I am sure that long after we're gone, Caol Aonoff's poetry will live on alongside the work of other great poets. These masterful poems and photographs are all about true connection and the spiritual gifts Native cultures offer–Nancy
Clemens
Reading Aronoff's poetry is chasing scent of pinon, inhaling indigo moons, wrapping consciousness in corn silk. We are touched beyond measure as she weaves words into meditations on life, balance, wisdom, and the world of spirit. Eagerly, we follow her along ancient paths back to soul source and the sacredness of Mother–MaDELYN GARNER
Excerpt
There is no death
A lone cornstalk stands sentry
in the harvested field paying
homage to the fading stalks
of fallen soldiers--all heroes.
Old women discard worn skirts
on this same field
to dance
in sacramental
corn pollen robes
on full moon carpets of lush
green and silver.
Brittle stalks nourish
the tired soil,
the soles of my feet
are kissed by silken strands.
Memories of sweet corn
children drying in the sun
leave golden footprints
for unborn generations.
