• Slogging through the dead of winter with thick-bundled bodies and clouded breath, gingerly stepping from ice-free patch to ice-free patch, cursing the many cold and sunless days till March, we could use a little bright spot in all this gray. Perhaps a snowflake fluttering down just so, perfectly framing the universe for a hushed moment, or a cup of steaming hot chocolate cradled tenderly in grateful fingers, or even a rosy-cheeked young imp flinging a playful snowball across our grumbling brows.

    Or—how about this—a selection of poems about winter, snow, and ice, to bring us outside ourselves for a moment, show us the frozen world through someone else's eyes? So take off your coat, put your feet up by our virtual fire, and warm your heart with some winged words about the wintertime.