The Smell of Winter
I was the kind of girl
That wore a woolen scarf
Like a strand of pearls around my neck
And you were the kind of guy
that couldn’t resist pulling me into your chest
by the dangling knitted tails of fuzzy plaid
So when I landed
on the broad landscape of your coat, that smelled of Winter
I couldn’t remember a thing
Except perhaps that in your eyes
I caught a glimpse of a glorious Spring
© 2015 Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel
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