Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter
I admonish Thee
Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor
We so new bestow
Than thine acclimated Creature
Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?
– Emily Dickinson
Snow in a Sussex forest, a series of images found here, and more congenial to contemplate than the present real-life streets of San Francisco, growing daily soggier in this week of rain.