A Change in Mood

I woke up on a March morning,
to a white brilliant snowfall,
It was indeed a pretty sight,
with snowflakes on my window.

As I stretched my palm out,
the feather-weight flakes landed,
and melted quickly in the blink of an eye,
while I smiled silently in my own bliss.

And before soon the snow was gone,
It was here as though to say goodbye,
on behalf of Mr Winter;
And now the azure sky's returned,
lined with bright white clouds,
It's spring, and yes it is.