“Wahtola Trommer’s words take flight and blossom throughout this work, a mother’s testament to her children, life, the earth and the succulent, sweetly dripping, fruits that each new poem produces. This is a work about creation; on so many different levels it follows the writer as she creates, the mother as she revels in her own creations and the observer as she marvels and studies what the seasons of the earth have brought into being, rain, apricots, cherries, trees, birds, fear, children, blooming … life.”
Aaron A. Abeyta, Author of As Orion Falls
“Wahtola Trommer’s words take flight and blossom throughout this work, a mother’s testament to her children, life, the earth and the succulent, sweetly dripping, fruits that each new poem produces. This is a work about creation; on so many different levels it follows the writer as she creates, the mother as she revels in her own creations and the observer as she marvels and studies what the seasons of the earth have brought into being, rain, apricots, cherries, trees, birds, fear, children, blooming … life.”
Aaron A. Abeyta, Author of As Orion Falls