A Scarf

I always thought a scarf was simply Meant to warm your neck And wore one only when I set out On a winter trek. But one day, having left mine home, Just walking several blocks I shivered from my turtleneck Right to my woolen socks. I tried that walk again that day, My scarf, though, wrapped ‘round tight And coziness enveloped me; The wind just couldn’t bite. So whether yours is store-bought Or hand-knit by Aunt Sydelle, A scarf worn on a winter’s day Will surely serve you well.