Prelude to Snow

The gray sky lowered
to meet the horizon
you gave me 
A pretzel
 A unique Split
 The salt 
 teased my tongue
Suddenly a 
deafening
rumble
So quiet as
the salt lingered

A brave dry 
leaf clung to
a tree limb
as a cold not quite
freezing breeze
stirred the
first autumnal
Snowflake 

so it begins