Snow had come early; foot by foot piling high

until it seemed only the treetops would be spared...

and then came a January thaw with driving rain.

But a natural phenomenon in January rain is not,

a frigid Arctic blast soon descended upon the land

turning the meadow into a shimmering sea of ice.

The moon cast a bluish hue upon the frozen field

and the stars were within reach, beckoning...

"come and be part of the night"; and they did.

And there among the moon and stars they frolicked

sixty-something year olds reliving their childhood

with squeals of delight as they rode upon the icy wonderland.

The night was theirs and destiny smiled upon them

for not one of them were harmed, save a few bruises

proud badges of honour worn with a grin

Pure magic was theirs on that glorious winter's night

where the moon lit up the meadow and the stars guided them

on a playful journey back into their youth.

© Annabel Sheila