Scarf

He wore a scarf

Wrapped around his neck that nestled into his chest

One end rests on his back

Black, silver and grey

Like a fox that’s seen many winter’s

Knitted, fashioned and made with organic cotton

It was thick yet airy

The pattern spoke to a life full of beauty and yarn

There were rectangles that skipped through the connected stitches

And weaved into the open spaces

It kept him warm like orange flames entangled with a red glow

That roars from a fireplace on a cold winter’s eve

The fringes of it wore away as though it were bitten by a mouse

Hanging on him like joy but giving him comfort like a home cooked meal

To love something so simple

But cherish it still

Love always, Esha ❤