I’m posting daily poems again this month! Here’s today’s poem.
My Favorite Scarf
This scarf is not a poem,
even though its weave is even.
Orange and lemon tongues
sparkle and warm my form’s
nouns. Its craft is rare, lines
break in lovely cadence, composing
triangle-stanzas, square upon
square. The long of it is its length,
the short, its width. It’s deep
and soundless, it’s story,
wooly, yet sincere. It shows,
but does not tell.