She sees the small things often missed, even by other poets. Ferris is a naturalist. Ferris's journal is not a list of facts but a noting of small truths, relationships in nature. As for style, her haiku contain no poetic devices. Yet their effect is so very gentle.
Nothing is abandoned, crumbling, alone, gnarled or wrinkled.
I sense no angst, no pathos. Instead there is a tone of reverence and joy. In the end what shows is Ferris's affectionate awareness of the life around her. She is glad to be part of it. Ferris's craft is subtle.