Poetry. This collection of poems written over the course of a career, like poems from Rappachini's garden, remind us of what we have longed for, as well as what we might have lost. These are love poems to and of nature, to and of flesh. Hence NATURES. The many natures of what we, as humans, are, as well as what we strive for, wish for adn dream of, yet are denied. Bittersweet, yet so full of honey, Jeff Davis's poems are grounded in and place-specific to the western North Carolina mountains, their fauna and flora, their cultures and seasons—their many natures. We follow him through the rhododendron slicks and the creek beds of his own particular eros by way of a voice derived from teh work of the Black Mountain poets a generation before, his forbears and literal mentors. Lucky we are to follow the trail that he has here blazed.