Birch

'Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.'
with apologies to Robert Frost's 'Birches'.
Only there wasn't any sun, just a sort of whizzle, a word I made up . If mizzle is a misty drizzle, when it's white and just thin snow I think it should be called whizzle, maybe, perhaps!
A white day.