Winter Precip

First the snow resembled dust,

A gentle rain of mist,

Falling slowly, with the trust 

Of wind to help assist.

Then the little droplets grew

And turned to larger flakes

Covering the windshield’s view;

An hour’s all it takes.

The softness of its fall belies

The dangers that might hide,

For winter precip from the skies 

Makes slipperiness outside.