She is riding on an old fashioned sleigh with a back and side bar to hold her in the seat. Icy air bites her cheeks. Her sister is positioned in front and she knows enough to hold on to her.
curled up together
There is a roughness on her cold cheek – a scarf perhaps, or the back of the baby’s snowsuit. She closes her eyes against the light reflecting on snow.
the smell of sleep
on an old blanket
Someone lifts her up and carries her into a blast of warm air as they enter the apartment. The stiff clothes are peeled from her body. Her aunt offers hugs and kisses.
the way love tastes
in a memory
Failed Haiku A Journal of English Senryu