The Poetry Foundation has a lovely roundup of snow poems for us. Good for those of us buried in it, sliding through it, or even the jerks staring at the news and pitying the rest of us.
I’m drawn to this one:
oblivion melting snowcrust the wind
the blossom with us,
no, there it
But it’s tough to beat the phrase “radiant frost” from Percy Bysshe Shelley, as below:
Image via the Library of Congress archives, one of my favorite places to find charming old photos