They pretend to know all the answers,
But beneath the facete,
Lurks the incertitude,
That haunts the human spirit.

In this collection of profoundly resonant poems, Miroslaw Pindelski muses over human nature and stark emotion. In his somewhat Wordsworthian approach, external nature is inextricably bound to 'move men's souls', refreshing the mind and renewing the spirit.

Sometimes enigmatic and at others raw, Pindelski's verse captures and reflects upon the 'beauty of a winter's dawn' and a 'fickle northern wind that bites', upon the fulfilment of love and the fear of solitude, in his search beneath the facet.