The wonderful Saskatchewan poet Glen Sorestad (read a selection of his poems here) often marks solstice by sending out a poem on the darkest day of the year. In that tradition, I have decided to share a new poem – one that celebrates winter – here today.
Hey – where did this poem go?
I was thrilled to find out that this poem will be included in the second volume of 40 Below. I’ve been asked to keep it under wraps until the book comes out. Look for this poem to reappear after the book is launched later in 2016!
January 9, 2015
Angela Kublik 
I love it Angela. It made me laugh with surprise and cry, too. Memories of all those winters building forts and tunnels, skating on the pond, tobogganing down the hill and rolling off just before the barbed wire fence with my sister. The pain of thawing frozen fingers and toes didn’t stick. We went back out the next day all winter long. I wouldn’t have thought of that fact without your poem. Thank you!
It is so beautiful. “All that is left is the joy of creation, the smell of the snow, that white white sky.” Thank you, Angela.
Thank you for your comments, Cheryl, and for sharing your own memories.
lovely winter details from a strong, clear voice. this mirrors my own childhood in many ways. but recently I recalled the pain – walking the mile to school in a skirt and nylon stockings in very cold weather. crying as my calves thawed during the first class of the day.
Thanks Catherine. Sounds like there might be a poem there… All the best!
great memories angie, great memorie
Thanks, Connie.