I wrote the following haiku a week ago or so or more.
k9 was hosting a haiku competition and the theme was the word crescent:
Street lights glare on dark wet street
Cold crescent moon smiles
here it is in an ancient tongue:
Eetstray ightslay areglay onway arkday etway eetstray
Oldcay escentcray oonmay ilessmay
The following day I drove out of town.
The streets were definitely dry.... then.
It was a frigidly cold, extremely blustery day.
The wind was howling and starting to blow in
the snow which subsequently
caused many school cancellations just this past week.
However, despite the cold and the wind I drove to the next town over
and hung with some girlfriends. We had a lot of fun and
I had my first classic martini on that occasion.
I'm mostly surrounded by testosterone, so
it's good to hang with the girls at time.
And this is something I wrote on the 10th of January and put in draft.
I don't know why I didn't publish it just then.
Today I am wearing a wool jacket that I knit over 30 years ago. I have not worn this jacket in probably 20 years or so. My mother somehow inherited it. During the last 20 years of her life she had been wearing this jacket at the onset of fall, through winter under a coat and into the spring.The 1st anniversary of my mother's death is approaching. This jacket smells like wool, but it has also retained an odor that I've always associated with my mother: a subtle, slightly sweet smell. I'm glad this jacket still smells like her. I assume that as more years go by and I continue to wear this jacket that it will take on my particular odor. Should it still be around when i pass on perhaps my sons will sniff it and think .. it smells like mom .... and wool .. :)
The 12th of January marked the one year anniversary of my mother's passing. It's also coming up on the anniversary when I herniated my back in 2 spots .. :). Needless to say, I have not been shoveling any snow this year or have been hauling in the wood. Ya know, it's really not worth the risk.