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")