A possibility of snow

    A possibility of snow
would just be icing on the
best cupcake. To stand
outside catching snowflakes
on my tongue and eyelashes.

    Ah so giddy. I giggle
softly. Tiny extra skips in my
walk. A huge smile spreads
from cheekbone to cheekbone.

    Takes me back to memories
of childhood. Making snowmen,
snowballs and ice houses. Such
fun. So much laughter.

    Twirling in brightly colored snowsuits.
Chasing, tossing snowballs in air
hitting each other.

    Ah to breathe in all the
crisp wonders of a snowfall.
So grand, I would be, when
even a few minutes of snow fell
upon my path.