Naught is warm & all is so cold.
Waiting to see what clouds unfold.
Just now the smallest slightest chance.
That frozen drops thru air would dance.
With every one that settles down.
We hope it sticks & hangs around.
Not forever a frigid place.
A couple days clad in sky grace.
Alas, it may not come at all.
But hope is renewed every Fall.

