When I think about Mary Orovan's "Green Rain", I think about my recent walk through the Brooklyn Botanical Garden when I witnessed the contortion of the beech willow. On the arms of the willow that reached out to me there were initials inscribed. People came to commune and leave their mark. And thus it is with her poems, people and nature together. I felt the grandeur and the simplicity--the collision of water and color. I never stopped to think that rain can have a symbolic color until I started to peruse the pages of the book. I felt I had witnessed the sudden stop, a moment she calls "pure silence" in her poem "Timely". This poet allows us to observe what she sees in her outings and how she relates it to the most important aspects of life. When I first begin to observe, I am teased by the color I see; the textures are tactile and the aromas roseate; her poems inspire synesthesia. Then something sonic (she uses sound skillfully) becomes seismic. Suffering, and joy does "catch us after all", the title of one her poems. It spills over into everyday life. It is the way we live and the way we understand. So, of course, her story is also filled with jagged edges and offbeat paths, such as the poignant poem "White Grass", or the poem, "Feathers", in which we see the cruel ironies of nature. However, in "Pornography in the Park", it all becomes humorous, with two owls snuggling, or the red-tail hawks of Central Park who put on an "aerobatic display". I know this path of the cycles of life and death and life again. I am redirected. I am channeled. I come full circle. I am renewed by the chapbook, "Green Rain."
--Robert Gibbons