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