This weather exhausts me. What good is a frigid and overcast day if there’s no snow to trudge through?

Poetry Daily to the rescue!

For those of you playing the home-version of this game, Poetry Daily is at poems.com. I don’t feel like discussing poetrydaily.com.

So, yes, thanks to the best poetry website for finding new poems–please argue with me–now I can at least imagine the winter more effectively. I love this poem by Luke Johnson because of how playfully it captures those spontaneous decisions made in a surprisingly snowy landscape, and those planned decisions often made (not always) when writing.

While Johnson’s “Problems with the Dictionary” reminds us of the thin line between impossible and improbable, read Scott Stein’s post and consider how we may be witnessing the rise of “to verse”; and no, it does not mean to write a poem.