Albedo derives its considerable power from what it knows to be hoax and homestead at once, and time dwells in the book as sequence, as series, and as discrete lyric, its totality poignantly multiple in a measure made sacred by faith. A liturgical calendar counted out in weeks of weather and grief, trees and seasons, deaths and animals, this is a devotional book of hours bound in snow, a missal for those for whom 'god is organic/and arrives from the inside.'"--Brian Teare (Provided by publisher).