"We live in secret cities 

And we travel unmapped roads. 

We speak words between us that we recognize 

But which cannot be looked up. 

They are our words. 

They come from very far inside our mouths.

You and I, we are the secret citizens of the city

 Inside us, and inside us"

from The Cities Inside Us

by Alberto  Rios

Horse in the Country

"On the high prairie

are only horse and rider

wind in dry grass

clopping in silence under the toy mountains"

from The Cariboo Horses

by Al Purdy

Laraine's horses

More snow last night but let's fire up the Tardis for a trip back in time. From November, Laraine's horses. And one of my favourite poems by one of my favourite poets.

"To-night the very horses springing by

Toss gold from whitened nostrils. In a dream 

The streets that narrow to the westward gleam 

Like rows of golden palaces; and high 

From all the crowded chimneys tower and die 

A thousand aureoles. Down in the west 

The brimming plains beneath the sunset rest, 

One burning sea of gold."

from Winter Evening

by Archibald Lampoon

"How innocent their lives look,

how like a child’s

dream of caves and winter, both combined;

the steep descent to whiteness

and the stope

with its striated walls

their folds all leaning as if pointing to

the great whiteness still,

that great white bank

with its decisive front,

that seam upon a slope,

salt’s lovely ice."

from Photos from a Salt Mine

by P.K. Page

Dowg gone, thats a lot of snow.

"Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea."

from Northwest Passage
as performed by the great Stan Rogers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVY8LoM47xI

Or we could go in.

SNOW AGAIN

"Time does not pass when snow is falling -

only the silence falls. Trees glisten, trembling

as a body trembles beneath a white sheet,

the room cold, shock of warm hands,"

from The Snow

by Bruce Meyer

https://canpoetry.library.utoronto.ca/meyer/poem1.htm

Each month this winter has seemed to start with a big snow fall and March is no exception. However snow is relatively easy to cope with. 

And some of us are more prepared than others.

"One holds the space

Of starlight, thunder snow, rock and icy comets, scrolls

Of clouds;"

from Quickening Fields

by Pattiann Rogers