I loved this. It's exactly the kind of science and nature poetry I like, by which I mean poems that emphasise the wonder of the natural world, and poems that treat humans as part of that world and deserving of equivalent wonder thereby. If I'm scrupulously honest, for the most part this would probably be a four star read for me, as there's the occasional poem which is not quite as affecting as the others, but there's one poem and one poem alone that bumps this up to five stars, and it's very nearly the last poem in the book. It's called "Unlearning Death," and it makes an observation so simple, and so immediately true, and so utterly wonderful in its science that I couldn't believe I'd never considered it before... and there's a lot in this collection that I've considered before. I don't mean that as denigration, but this approach to science is one that appeals to me very strongly so of course I spend a lot of time thinking about it, and even exploring it in my own work. This one observation, however, is one of those realisations that when you have them, they change the way in which you see the world around you. I was absolutely delighted to recognise that dead pieces of me are already littering the landscape (hair, sloughed off skin, bitten fragments of fingernail and so forth). I find it strangely comforting. So, five stars for "Unlearning Death" alone, and liked the rest of it very well too.