Fred Burstein is a poet of moments. He enjoys the woodlands around his home and celebrates them in short, lovely verses. From the poet's sharp eye we learn which way the frog faces ...when the red eft comes out of hiding ... how the wind, rain, sun and snow tickle the senses. We see through the eyes of a child, hear through the mind of a natural man who has spent his entire life amidst turning leaves, red berries, chickadees, bluejays, woodpeckers--and who else do you know who counts the Jack-in-the-Pulpit as a best friend?