Poet Jessica Hornik says she remembers January in her poem “Recuerdo, January,” but they sound like October words nonetheless.
Walking back to the ferry in the evening chill,
they knew they’d never have reason enough
to return to this place, which made the leaving
as sad as a paradise gained and lost
in the space of two hours.
This year has been one to remember. No paradise gained, only loss. I feel I’m reluctantly slipping into the autumn of my life; I don’t know if I can turn around somewhere.