I still recall when I was young, waking up to the glistening blankets of the first snow. A day of play in snow;, when even the wetness on my back was soon forgotten for the thrill of sledging down the hills. My face when I came in was rosy red, just like the last rose-hips still clinging to the rose-bush. In the steam of hot chocolate and newly baked cinnamon buns I felt the comfort of a day well played. I have never slept better than after that day of the first snow.
memories
like rose-hips clinging
covered with frost
Linked to Carpe Diem
December 8, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You evoke some truly heartening moments, with a deceptively light touch. A piece for the five senses…
memories worth recalling. A sparkling day brought back in great style.
Oh yes, I remember those days of playing out in the snow as well. And …. so true about never sleeping better!
I, too. Beautiful!
Very beautiful!
Ah those wonderful and happy childhood memories … I can feel it … touch it … really this haibun is awesome Björn.
This is beautiful! The cinnamon buns and hot chocolate would be the perfect end to a day spent in freshly fallen snow.
Oooooh, I love it. Although, I’ve never had the opportunity for sledding — you’ve created the atmosphere for me to enjoy vicariously. Wonderful!!
Bjorn, This brought back memories of snow days. It also made me hungry for hot chocolate and cinnamon buns. Well written. 🙂 — Suzanne
What a magnificent evocation of some of the best memories of childhood–sensual, safe, adventurous. I did make the mistake of reading your haibun before breakfast so the kettle is already on for some hot chocolate 🙂
great memories Bjorn .. something we who’ve lived in northern countries can all happily share!
Yes Björn. Like your poem. So it was many years ago when I was a child far up in the north part of Sweden!
Gorgeous memories beautifully rendered.
Lovely imagery