
What Winter says, she says to all,
Proud or small.
She loves to see
On cloud or hill
Glistening snow in playful hands,
Where wind or bands
Of young ones know
What snow is for
And how to throw
With fit of joy or tempest wild
The chilly stuff
At man and child.
Sometimes she rushes in the door
With ample store
But finds us cold
To strangers bold
And so resolves to stay away.
Thus youth must pay
For grumpy hearts.
Or, when her step is slow,
And wandering here or there
‘Midst idle flakes laden with care,
She tastes our wonder
Sweet as cream
Or sugared dream.
Then she smiles and lays at night
Her blanket full of fresh delight.

Todd Anderson (Stuff of the Rind, Sand and Sail, The Reluctant Prophet) writes the newsletter Mirth to share a behind-the-scenes look at his writing process as well as to offer readers the first fruits of his poetry and reflections. He grew up in the forests of small-town Ontario, contending against nature in all its beauty and harshness. His training as a literary scholar of Latin and English literature inflects his love of poignant turns of phrase, but it is the influence of his family and their myriad adventures together that infuses his story-telling and poetry with its substance and power. Todd lives and writes in Ottawa with his wife and six children. If you are interested in supporting Todd’s work, please follow the links below to donate or buy his books.












