The first fall of the season
Thin, light, soft
Freezing air, but soft touch
Thin layer
Not a complete layer
Thin patches
Over the metal tree rails
Skinny tree branches
Dark hats and hair
Let it show
Visible breath
Fogged windows
No frost in the city
A small scatter of rock salt
How could they?
There's hardly any
And it melts
The sidewalk isn't cold enough
It'll come again
Come one
Come all