Red Scarf

Don't forget it...

The scarf lays unclaimed in the snow.

The red stands out against the

glittering white.

Memories were made with that scarf.

Tug-o-war, a stuffed animals bed.

A cold wind whips the snow over the scarf, covering it.

Night falls, morning rises.

The scarf lays unclaimed and covered in the snow.

Reviews

[nono]

Really beautiful. It's interesting this is an amazing poem. Good job!!

[Misty Blue Eyes]

aww poor scarf.. i will go claim it for my own and wear it proudly.....if i can find it