Here is a poem by Louis Jenkins from Just Above Water.
Too Much Snow
Unlike the Eskimos we only have one word for snow but we have a
modifiers for that word. There is too much snow, which, unlike rain,
immediately run off. It falls and stays for months. Someone wished for
snow. Someone got a deal, five cents on the dollar, and spent the
fortune. It's the simple solution, it covers everything. We are never
with the arrangement of the snow so we spend hours moving the snow from
place to another. Too much snow. I box it up and send it to family and
I send a big box to my cousin in California. I send a small box to my
She writes "Don't send so much. I'm all alone now. I'll never be able
to use so
much." To you I send a single snowflake, beautiful, complex and
different from all the others.
- Louis Jenkins