" O when shall we be free of the winter palace?
Armorial in air my breath was plantagenet
and my heels were spurred."
from Winter in Montreal
Last Sunday we had a quick prairie storm
the weather has been nice since.
I had not noticed this before the wind
has driven the snow into the feeder
filling the space above the food.
“Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow
after your characters have run by on their way
to incredible destinations.”
from Zen in the Art of Writing
And once the snow is over we will all
go for a walk so Whateley can roll in the
"Let not another green thing grow
the rivers row or the West Wind blow;
for the polar front has carried down
the latitude of snow."
from Early Williows