Michael Miller’s poems are finely tuned meditations on nature, war, and growing old. The recurring theme of love, the cycles of light and darkness, of fear and hope, echo from poem to poem. He continues to show in another insightful book his mastery of the human voice and heart.

She remembered the birds singing
In Greek, the plane trees with
Asymmetrical windows opened wide
Between their bare branches,

The secrets she looked for in
Her father’s beard.
(from Virginia )