I love single-word titles, because it gives me the chance to see a word's definition from a personal perspective of the poet. I'm familiar with this particular word (I just wrote an earth sciences exam, go figure), but still, tried to clear my mind of knowledge so that I could allow you to offer me a definition. You did so beautifully, I'm going to think of this word differently from now on. Hope my Earth Sci mark doesn't drop if it's a final exam question.
Again I'm at these evil university computers so I'll just run through without copy/pasting. I hate doing this because when I do bother to quote you it makes my reply look so much longer... hehe...
Introduction, love it. It's like a conclusion before the reasoning, an answer offered to a question yet to be asked. I like that, it catches the interest really tight and makes me want to read on. You and your darn poetic charm, it always has me swooning over the page.
Now as you go on in the poem, your style is so free-flowing and spoken, but not to the point where technique falls off. This is really appropriate, as the content is so deeply and directly personal... reads through as a soliloquy, almost, despite the presence of a "you" (which is more or less apostrophe).
The crowded airport image... oh man, now that one made me pause, definitely. Just the image of a thousand people with personal destinations running around with their luggage, voices so busy that you can hardly hear anything, but across it all you exchange a simple smile, and that's enough to completely warm you... just one question, is the "crowded airport" meant to be taken literally? I think it's a very impressive metaphor otherwise... but even if it is literal, well, still equally impressive. My favourite line in the poem.
The ending, just, perfectly toned and executed. Should I expect any less? Of course I shouldn't, this is JM's poetry. Winter itself is not the one to blame, you seem to be saing... instead, you internalize it, the blame is on your inability to acclimate to the distance, to bundle up against the cold. Maybe you're just too attached to the summer wear that reminds you of being happy.
The only sign of your age I ever see in your writing, other than your wisdom (which yes, you DO have, no matter what you say in line 6), is your use of seasons. The summer gone, the winter comes... I can only remember a dozen or so season changes so they must not be too terribly significant to me, but that significance is always striking when I read your writing. Perhaps someday I'll have my own relationship with the weather, as you do... and the coming and going of the seasons will trigger some response in my own heart.
For now, think I'm a wintery guy. Don't know if you detected it in all the snow poems I've done, maybe so, maybe not... but we'll see what my life has to say about it all.
Thanks for summering my day, JM. I'll need it when I'm waiting for the bus home, in the bitter cold of downtown Winnipeg.
"Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true.
~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche