Wallace Stevens: The Night-Wind of August

The Night-Wind of August

The night-wind of August
Is like an old mother to me.
It comforts me.
I rest in it,
As one would rest,
If one could,
Once again--
It moves about, quietly
And attentively.
Its old hands touch me.
Its breath touches me. 
But sometimes its breath is a little cold,
Just a little,
And I know
That it is only the night-wind.

-- Wallace Stevens --
from Art and Nature: An Illustrated Anthology of Nature Poetry


I rest in it,
As one would rest,
If one could,
Once again--

Does this suggest that his mother has died?  He would "rest" if he "could/Once again" which I see as saying that he can no longer do this, which leaves the night-wind as a substitute and perhaps a reminder.

It is that "breath" that is a "little cold" that I wonder about.   The comfort of having an old mother attentive once again is qualified by that breath that is a little cold.  Is that the cold of the grave?  

As usual, I find Stevens' poetry to be intriguing as well as enigmatic.