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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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