Hark!  Snow approacheth! The first person to tip a picture of snow in Morningside gets their name mentioned on Bwog and eternal glory.

This snow is an impostor. Bwog snow detectives have determined the fishmonger at the greenmarket dumps his leftover fish ice here.

Below, a poem by Robert Frost:

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.