In Rachel Jamison Webster's collection, September, recognizable subjects of childbirth, motherhood, love and illness are transmuted into shimmering, elemental poems that reveal the music in the everyday, the dream in the life. Just as September the season contains both high summer and its end, September the book yields poems that are chilled by loss yet rich in relationshipwith humans and with the living earth itself. "We too are a species," Webster writes, "We too could know that as joy," restoring us to our place amid the cycles and reminding us to wonder. September is an abundant, luminous book by one of our most exciting young poets.