A Wish for Snow
by Elissa Rosenthal
Wishful for snow,
to climb its' way to our front door.
This time is one of the few,
where the beauty could not be a nuisance.
Work is now set aside,
waiting for the new year to toll.
Please,
father sky,
let it snow.
The crisp shivers,
within the air,
make it clear,
of the possibility.
For hot chocolate times,
among trees covered in fresh frost,
and boots digging into the softness,
let it snow.
