The Dying Meteorologist

In Steve Luxton’s poems, lyric and narrative, the weather, its beauty and duress, its interplay with light and land, appears everywhere Luxton’s facility for expressing our native sky, land and air is evident whatever the central concern of the poem: Time, Love, Loss, or Death. The Dying Meteorologist is literary but genial, full of memorable language, with an inviting “across-to-the-reader” style.