Dianna Henning's evocative poems do not flinch a moment from their subject matter. These are poems that are mythical, reverential and mysterious, as well as hard won. Dianna wants to become the air the fox breathes, enter the spirit world of animals. She acknowledges that "memory is a dicey thing, /a stone that sinks/to settle where it can't be seen, " yet, paradoxically, it is memory that propels these beautifully written poems into the heart of the reader.