cold breeze blowing through the air,

a trace of wet snow,

hinting a storm will come,

the first flurry hits the floor,

and the people scream,

we want school to be out,

but it sizzles like summer,

more fall,

faster now,

a light dusting,

that doesn't stick,

the hope is still alive,

as it's kicked up,

swirling through the air,

a sparkling wonderland,

all in my hands.