You don't have to have snow to appreciate this poem. Sitting in by a fire on a winter evening will suffice with a pink November sunset in one direction and a frosty moon against an arctic blue dusk in the other.
'World is crazier and more of it than we think, incorrigibly plural...' and all the better to feel 'the drunkenness of things being various.' What a line! And what a thought... yes, anything can happen and everything is possible in this great wide random beautiful world of ours.
Snow - Louis MacNiece
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.
World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.
And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes –
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands –
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.