In honor of April as “the cruelest month“—a.k.a, National Poetry Month—I will be posting four original poems, one a week throughout the month. You may recognize a couple of these poems from my newsletter… but if you don’t, make sure to subscribe!

Fish and Snow

To fish, snow does not fall silent and

calm when it hits the pond. Snow does not fill

ponds full, or even glaze trees. When stiff wind

tosses snow and water around, fish hear loud

sounds below. Flakes echo through grey deep.

To fish, s...