Winter Once Again -------------------------------------------
I left the house with a knit scarf round my neck
that my best friend from childhood knitted
my favorite color
but only if you look closely.
And I realized
as I traipsed outside
that exhalations were visible and
I should probably remember to
unearth my mittens from their summer hiding place
in the garage downstairs.
In Alaska, you learn to smell the snow, just a few weeks before you can see it on the mountains.
And the weather silences
even the most persistent cacauphony
of traffic sounds on the nearby highway
even with three hundred thousand people imposing their city-esque lifestyles on your backyard.
And I realized, as I embraced the season change, for better or for worse
my solemn divide
may not just be the cycle of life
but a representation of
the beginning of my end.
something tells me i should dress for the end...i need to be prepared for my winter....i have fooled myself long enough that summer would be endless, that i may live forever ...but amidst the sounds of the traffic, of people doing their daily routines...the sound of everything moving forward...this will be the last fall for me...there is the scent of mortality, my mortality...
except for the "knit" and then "knitted" in the first two lines, which feels accidentally redundant...this piece feels so powerful to me...the analogy works quite well...