Sixty years ago, when I was twelve, we loved to go sledding in the moonlight. The bright full moon shone down on us as we sailed down the hill, past the mail boxes, on our sleds. All the neighbor kids joined in for a fun evening in the cold. Those were great times.
Mem’ries of snowfall
Bright Wolf Moon shines down on us
Sliding down the hill
Photo: from our family album
Frank Tassone asked us to write a Haikai poem that alludes to the Wolf Moon in January.
What a fabulous childhood memory. A great combination of atmosphere, community and fun.
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Thank you so much Ali! It was a great time.
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Which one are you in the photo? 😁 Sledging by moonlight sounds great!
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I am the one with the hood!
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Thank you. Happy days! 🙂
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I have to admit…when I first glanced at your post, I thought you said…Six years ago, when I was twelve…. and I was going to say …. THATs the way to go!
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Ha Ha! no my friend it was much longer than that!… But, the memory is like yesterday! Thank you!
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We don’t now such snow in South Africa. Having a wolf moon smiling down at one while playing in the snow is quite something.
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It really is a wonderful experience! I now live further south where we get only a few snows each winter that last only a couple of days.
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Thank you for your comments.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #3: Dwight Roth’s latest #haibun for my current #haikai challenge!
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We used to go sledding at night also. Thank you for the reminder, Dwight. Good times!
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So much fun! Thank you,
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