Today's poem THE WORK OF A WINTER by Maureen Boyle This collection is different from most of what I have recently read so far. Different from works by immigrants. In this sense, the book is dissimilar to those for me. The main stage is Belfast, broadly, Northern Ireland. Garden and winter are keywords throughout the collection. From poem to poem, her religious feelings and sensitivity are embedded in various forms. Further, in gardens, winter means a kind of death, waiting for seasonal change, i.e., spring as rebirth. The opening verse is a sequence of poems in memoriam of her father. The first poem in the sequence Latin-entitled ‘INCUNABULA’ implies the beginning and end of his life. The poems are portrayals of Northern Ireland’s history and her daily life, nature, and religion. From ‘INCUNABULA’, one of poems that stood out for me was ‘VII’ showing summer pleasure in her childhood where Enid Blyton was picked up. Enid's works have been popular in Japan, therefore it’s famili