• The cold breeze nips at my cheeks and nose
    I hug my coat tighter
    I see the newly fallen snow, acting as a chilly blanket for my lawn
    Acting as a new source of entertainment for my siblings
    Acting as a murderer for my mother's garden
    But before all that happens,
    There is the one time
    When I get to see the snow without
    The footprints that will be imprinted
    The snow-angels that will be made
    And the good times that this snow
    Will provide.