An Haiku – and a scene edit

Wrote this one last weekend when it snowed. I’m not really into poetry at all, but I thought I’d put it here so I can wipe it off of my dry erase board.

Snow falling softly
White powder gently drifting
This is not summer

Real entry later
Edit: Scene
The old woman turned. She looked at the scene unfolding before her and raised an eyebrow.
"My dears, I have more nerve in my little finger than you have combined. Don’t underestimate me."
With that she walked away swinging her bag and humming cheerily.
They let her go.

Not sure who the woman is, what the scene is, nor who "they" are. Just a random spot of writing stuck in my brain. It’ll go in the "notebook" for possible future use.