The wind outside is blowing the snow into a mini frenzy. I wish it were bright Autumn leaves swirling.
I see the snowman my little brother made early this morning. I wish it would melt right in front of my eyes.
I see my mother outside painting the icicles frozen off the roof. I wish she would paint the bright blue sky.
I see my dad snowblowing the driveway. I wish he was raking the leaves into a large pile. 
The wind outside has stopped, yet I still wish it were Autumn. 
For I know, the wind will return. And with it, the bone-chilling cool of winter.