The wolf moon hung high in the clear winter sky as we drove home after a long New Year’s Day of visiting family. I glanced at it several times, but its brightness, coupled with the glare of headlights of oncoming cars and streetlights overhead, were too much for my photophobic eyes to bear. Even the reflection of the full moon on the Columbia River, shimmering its loveliness, made my head hurt. I made most of the trip with my eyes closed.
I felt thankful, though, that it didn’t shine off of snow and ice on the roadway. Clear, dry pavement stretched out before us. Plus, I didn’t have to drive. Good thing, or we may not have made it home.
Crisp cold winter air
tailwind blowing from the east
God sees us home safe
It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and Victoria is calling for poems about Fuyu No Tsuki, the winter moon. Head over and see what the other poets have to say.