Winter Poems will be a welcome addition to the libraries of the thousands of readers already familiar with William Michaelian's work online. New readers will be surprised by the clarity and music they find in these lines. Deceptively simple and brightened by the subtle humor that informs even his most serious work, the poems in this collection reveal more with each reading. They also show why Michaelian is a poet who will be remembered.

Winter Poems displays the skills and abilities of Mr. Michaelian at their most elemental level, at the bone. Wandering amidst a barren world, a world scraped bare, he plucks the full moon like fruit from the winter sky, goes mad and befriends a pack of hungry wolves, burns his poems to keep warm. He is a flake of snow, a frozen old man, a spider spinning winter webs. Spring is only a vague notion of a waiting vineyard, crocuses, and ten-thousand babies. The author is alone, musing, reflecting, at times participating. But not quite alone, for he brings the lucky reader along. I've been there, to this winter world, and I plan to go back.

— John Berbrich, editor of Barbaric Yawp