Watching the snowfall being so graceful.

The air looks dusty, brushed with movement.
Dirty at fist but then it cover the mud and grass,
staying onto the ground to start the white winter.
Drip, drip, drip, water coming off the roof,
forming a long fantasy icicle.

Walking outside in the brisk air,
you get lost in the white, soft ice blowing in the air.
It chills your skin landing on you one by one.
Looking up and you can’t even see it,
the clouds blend with the snowfall.
Turning around and you see your friend,
a snowball comes hurdling at you.
Your nose turns bright red from the chilling air.