I will say beauty, Carol Frost boldly says in one of her new lyrical poems, beauty being for her and all of us elusive - in and out of nature. The phrase is meant as a cri de coeur, and the poems are arranged to offer a fresh way to look at - and exist within - nature. For Frost, beauty is a far cry from the decorous and the social. Frost sets many of these poems in Florida's Cedar Keys, amidst the nesting areas of birds, cottonmouth snakes, wetlands, and tidal rhythms. The reader undertakes a journey through a tropical summer, where strange scents and sounds are signs of the transient beauties the imagination may possess for a moment. Drawing brilliantly from nature and from art, from the rhythms of life and the furies of emotion, Frost rejects standard responses and dares to ask: how do we perceive the world? When is beauty not enough? Can we imagine Paradise? And, when nature ordains that death must come, and we weaken, how do we die?