Prelude to a Wish and Fervent Wish

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.




Fervent Wish

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?

Stella Castella