The poems in Snowy Saplings tell the stories not of giant trees but of the young, slender, inexperienced ones that listen to the sound of a distant creek, snap back to form when the snow melts, stand tall to serve as markers for wandering poets, and sometimes die young and appear as skeletons against the sky. Here is a poet who draws wisdom from his attentive study of nature. "When you are quiet imagine . . . " he says, revealing his method while wandering. Drink in these inspiriting poems and imagine.