It’s been far too long since I’ve written, and for that I’m sorry. But I’m not good at thinking of things to write. If topics don’t jump up and yell “write about me!” I’m pretty much powerless to conjure them.

But April is National Poetry Month, so I thought I’d reproduce a poem I wrote long ago. It’s not an April poem. It’s a February poem. But with all the untimely snow we’ve had lately, I thought it might still be strangely appropriate.