Cashmere Scarf 

by Samuel De Lemos

I love this time of year, The weather turns cold,

The leaves blow to and fro.

Brushed flannel feels soft against my skin.

while Jazz plays holiday cheer.

The brisk morning air in my room, I hear

my children talking, then laughing

getting ready for school, it

reminds me of my youth.

Hot chocolate, warm slippers,

and couch blankets, I’m watching TV;

distracted because

I’m soaking it all in.

I breath in the love

cozy like a well worn cashmere scarf;

warm glowing thoughts,

there’s something

about winter

There’s a certain rhythm,

It’s the season of love.