918. Skate Day

A cleared patch
on the frozen lake —
afternoon skate.


Masago said...

a cleared patch
on the frozen lake —
afternoon skate

Link with 917: Clearing.

[My Uncle had a lake-front cottage when we were kids. Once in awhile in the winter we'd go out there with our skates and have a skating party complete with refreshments and a setting sun that reminded us that the fun-filled day was coming to an end.]

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I've never skated on ice -- don't think I could do it. I've cracked up both of my ankles over years and I think they would snap! :)

Borut said...

Not even a patch of ice around here this winter...:)

John McDonald said...


Pat Paulk said...

Good memory!! Brings back several for me, just no ice skating.

Aurora said...

We did the same thing! It's great to have winter back this year. :)

floots said...

well observed vaughn
also a great metaphor for human endeavour

Dana-Maria Onica said...

a cleared patch
on the frozen window -
the road still empty

I like very much your poem. Magical memories!

polona said...

sounds like fun... and there's a deeper meaning within.
good one!

Masago said...

Andrew: I think you'd be okay as long as you can stay vertical on the skates. :-)

Borut: *sad face*

John: Thanks.

Pat: Thanks. Roller skating?

Aurora: I suppose we have more in common that being from the Great White North (glad you now actually have some of the Great White). :-)

Floots: I now see a deeper metaphor, perhaps the one you refer to. Thanks.

Dana-maria: Thanks.

Polona: Thanks. I wonder if your deeper interpretation is the same as Floots'.

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