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

‘I don’t know. Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe was a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.” (73)

from The Lathe of Heaven

by Ursula K. LeGuin

“At dreaming - at what dreaming is an aspect of. They’ve done it for a long time. for always, I guess. They are of the dream time. I don’t understand it. I can’t say it in words. Everything dreams. The play of forms, of being, is the dreaming of substance. Rocks have their dreams and the earth changes. “ (143)

from The Lathe of Heaven

by Ursula K. LeGuin 

Caution Horses

"But I've got a horse out in the country

I get to see him every second Sunday

He comes when I call him,

Yeah, he knows his name

One day I'll saddle up

And the two of us will ride away"

from A Horse in the Country

from the song by The Cowboy Junkies

A bit tired of the winter snow this morning.

“I do not care what comes after; 

I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.” 

from The Farthest Shore

by Ursula K. Le Guin

"One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, 

         Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; 

Another came; nor yet beside the rill, 

         Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 

"The next with dirges due in sad array 

         Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. 

Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, 

         Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." 

from Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

by Thomas Gray