The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window wasSpawning snow and pink roses against it.Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:World is suddener than we fancy it.World is crazier and more of it than we think,Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portionA tangerine and spit the pips and feelThe drunkenness of things being various.And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for worldIs more spiteful and gay than one supposes - On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands - There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.
Before I take the dog into the blizzard currently raging outside my window, let's enjoy a poem by Louis MacNiece, which seems appropriate, even if it isn't really about snow.
Current state of play:
2. Farewell Trip.
Published by Carina UK.
3. Silly Verse for Grown Ups