“A flock of fairy wrens could land on grass stalks in the medieval garden. Splendidly whistling their fine stories, fluttering their wings before the Queen. The golden pear could be their gift, a very rare find in a world so bleak. The pear could be placed into the lap of the very tired and aged Queen. [Seeing Life Through the Bleak]” MindBodySpiritPoetrySpiritualityHopeBleakRejuvenationSeeing Life Book:Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall Source: Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall