Shiny black buttons
March down the front,
Topped by a Christmas
Red scarf, at long last
Braving the crisp air and
Churning leaves. Sleeping
Away the summer, a
Secret tucked deep in a
Soft wool pocket. A
Forgotten note with three
Little words, nestled among
Gum wrappers and loose
Change; a little piece of
Happy to warm the
Winter months.
