Brothers of morning are three red tailed hawks in the title poem, "Brothers of Morning

  Brush My Eyes," which describes some of my life cruising back and forth across Maine,

   giving performances and readings of poems and stories and teaching poetry workshops.

   I have been nourished now in Maine's northern light since 1981, and the poems you find

   here are some of what I have been able to grow.

                        Portland Maine's First Poet Laureate (2007-2009)