Pale white, luminous skidding across my view
Slow and inauspicious I wonder what they will do.

Is the temperature right?
When comes the night?
Will the dew point take flight?

The air shifts to blurred a glacial chill filling the sky
The atmosphere ever unheard yet consummating precious time.

Sit and feel the bite
Bringing soon the white
Every child’s delight,

It comes now with swiftness.

First with blowing specks scarcely evident to my eyes
Then little flurries on my neck bare tingles of surprise.

A heavy gusty falling snow thick and wet increases
Hefty for the wind to blow and joyful for the nieces.

The world is transformed parading its coated skin
Autumn leaves are mourned a new year to begin.

Forever quite the sight
Trees bowing to recite
Maker’s handiwork and might.