Icy Hopes

The crook of that cherry tree

held a bit of

the forecast white

but otherwise

the land lay rain-soaked but bare.

Inside, the kids

crossed their fingers

and hoped for ice.

It would be nice, they said, to

be snowed in, but

they’d settle for

roads slick with ice.

                                                                      JDG

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