In February, digging his garden, planting potatoes, he saw the first lapwings return and came indoors to write to me, his knuckles singing as they reddened in the warmth. It’s not romance ...

In an acrostic poem, the first letter of each line spells a word. The word is the subject of the poem. She really really likes stars. But this is no ordinary poem. This is an acrostic. So there is ...