Prelude to a Wish
The plow's going by with a rumbling sigh
through the hush and the white of a sugary night.
A load in a tree's nudged out by a breeze.
Fresh drifts on the lawn in a soft, gray dawn …
and I wake.
Snow on the railing's a foot tall today
as the darkness meets the dawn.
No proof of where last night's angels lay,
and the radio news is on.
I'm waiting to hear that the schools are closed;
I'm holding my breath to hear.
Is it too much to ask, I'd like to know,
for just one snow day this year?