#scarf
My blessed scarf
Around my neck so tight
In colours beautiful
And so bright and my scarf
Flipped and it swirled a
Wintertime comfort to star
And it keeps me warm
From the cold chill of the night.
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC
It wrapped her head,
covering her auburn hair
in golden yellows and bright blues.
When the wind stole it away,
I raced after it,
hoping to catch up to the breeze.
The red and orange leaves
traced its path as it flew
through the brisk autumn air.
My fingers barely brushed
the fabric, but the current
brought it to the branches overhead.
The air carried it to
a high bough above our heads,
hanging it on a branch with care.
There it hung, beside
the glimmering yellow leaves of
the tree, swaying like one of them.
I reached towards the sky
to retrieve it before the breeze
could lift it away once more.
She caught up with me then,
laughing at our attempts
to rescue her bright yellow scarf.
Looking up at the thin piece of fabric,
I offered to climb the tree
though I didn’t want to.
Her infectious giggles at the
proposed idea graced my ears
like a soft, sweet song.
That music lulled my once-lonely mind
into sleepy peace and serenity
for the rest of my days.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:37 PM UTC
I have frozen lake independence—
self-sufficiency stuck in a state of stasis,
waiting for spring or a better excuse.
I’m the last bud in the bag,
that lonely bit of green at the bottom—
each time you reach for me,
you know you’re running out.
I’m a scarf left outside,
stiff as a corpse, wrapped tight
around a post under the overpass.
Some do-gooder tied a note to me—
“Take me if you need me.”
but nobody needs me.
everybody’s got their own warmth,
their own coat, their own somebody.
so I stay there,
tied up, forgotten,
waiting for some cold *******
to come along and wrap me
around their neck.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
I’m cold… You think I’m really fluey?
I’m not for sure… Maybe you’re right.
The weather’s nasty by mischance for now.
And I’m not wearing my cozy woolly scarf.
This February snows a lot and rages.
I’d like to wrap in plaid and not to leave.
I know it’s blues. I know for certain, sweetheart.
You shouldn’t get a feel for me. I’m peeve.
The spring will come. There will be a revival
Of new ideas, follies and delight.
And I will rise, I will return, my dear,
Better than previous. I will be vitalized!
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
I want to be your scarf,
So soft and mohair,
To warm you in snowfalls
And even in rainy autumn.
I will embrace your neck
Like a mother cradles her child.
I’ll save the warmth for you.
Put on the scarf, be so kind.
I want to be your scarf.
Oh, don’t wear scarfs? Well now,
If I can’t softly warm you,
I’ll be your skin somehow.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 5:27 PM UTC
Scarf...
Without you, my neck would go cold
Love...
Without you, my heart would go cold
Passion...
Without you, my fire would go cold
and then...
Go out.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
A winter breeze
brushed against the tassels
of her velvet scarf.
She breathed in
the misty, wet smells
that melt her heart.
Her mittens tickled
the warm, scarlet wool
padded in her pockets.
Winds back and forth
against the snowy trees
rocking large snow deposits.
She smiled at the
mushy, muddy tracks
her boots evenly made.
She bunched up
a big ball of powdery snow
and in that she played.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
Scarf thieves beware.
Cold necks belong to snakes and lizards.
Snakes make snug scarves.
I always wanted a really long scarf
I had one
and it's gone now.
My eyes never close
and I never stop tasting
or shedding my skin
I have many many scales,
none of them in equal temperament,
all of them intricately camouflaged
speckled and striped
coiled and waiting to strike at anything that comes within reach.
Lucky you've got a scarf to protect your neck.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
Red leaves on every tree
Falling to rest on the ground
Candles in every room
Smelling of apple and spice
Orange pumpkins with scary faces
Smiling as the people pass by
The light of the moon like a small star
Thousands of miles away
Yellow sun shining on heads
Warming the frozen fingers
Both birds and children call
To mothers and fathers, to friends and family
Brown hair in its own battle
Wrapped up un a striped scarf
Hot chocolate with cinnamon and steam
Drunk from a ceramic mug
All these things come together
These are the colors of Autumn
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
In autumn, my soul feels closer
To the wind and leaves that fall.
I wrap the world up tightly
And my scarf makes me feel tall.
The breeze that bites and strikes me
And fills my eyes with tears
Is welcome when I'm lonely,
When I cover up my ears.
I love just taking comfort
In the warmth of my own skin
When boots and hat and gloves here
Keep all my warmness in.
If only every day got cold,
And every evening froze:
For then, I'd get to hug myself
From my head down to my toes.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Even in the harrowing hours of the night,
the witching hour, you may say
I stand in an open field in nothing more than a scarf and hat
awaiting the world to come crashing down with fire in her hands.
My ******* perk from hiding,
a warm and loving embrace from the cool winter air,
and the hair on the back of my neck raises with intent on reaching the sky,
I stare forward at the midnight black - awake and so full of stars.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
She left her colorful scarf in my black eyes
And took all the colors of rainbow from me
She took all my breath and left me with cries
If you love me turn around for my sake see
You will find blue color of sky with galaxies
Light of love has touched your beauty in love
In your green eyes I can see the depth of seas
My sweetheart my beloved my innocent dove
Let me kiss you so that to take your fragrance
I have not seen a beautiful girl in my entire life
Even if you leave I will feel your sweet presence
It is your choice if you want to **** me with knife
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
8am-light is bursting through
My shades as I take my shower.
Once I dress myself, I reheat
The coffee my wife left me.
I step outside to be met by
The crisp air of waning summer.
Like every day, I notice the
Vibrant boa scarf of purple wildflowers
That adorn the shoulders of
Wheeler and Monitor.
The sky is not falling, and
It is true what has been said,
'The fear of something happening
Is worse than it actually happening.'
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
The scarf that you took off with a graceful flourish,
From your warm throat, and covered my head
On one beautiful, wintry afternoon long ago;
That memory intensifies and weighs me down,
Like photographs that develop in the darkroom
But are never shown the broad daylight.
My head now stays uncovered with snow;
I wear your scarf on my shoulders.
Betokening my will to carry
The burden of the emptiness,
You left behind with your departure.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
I'm like a bird, I want to fly away.
Wrapped in a billowing yellow silk scarf
which shines gold in the light of day.
Perched on a tree branch, face the horizon.
Hope and sunlight glimmer reflected in
each determined eye which widens.
Ruffled feathers are my warm, windswept hair.
I will leap into the sky, stretching high
To glide through the air if I dare.
Music from Cape Town, a bird's song my ears
spread their wings and feel the song's lift beneath
and sing sweet as the horizon nears.
I am a bird and as I fly away
wrapped in my billowing yellow silk scarf
I shine gold in the light of day.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
you’re my cup of coffee at 6:45 AM
smell dancing like incense in the middle of pooja
warm as the sun peaking out shyly behind the horizon
richly sweet caramelized sugar pearly cream
and bitter like the small things i dont know about you yet.
but when you touch my lips
the bitterness i can swallow with the sweet
and the sweet i savor with every taste bud on my tongue.
before i head out the door at 7 AM
i kiss your forehead and wash out the emptied mug
but the taste of cappucino lingers at the corners of my mouth
as i wave good day to you.
and when i return at 5:30 PM
limbs pathetically sown on with prayers
empty rivers landfills of worry time ticking like a heartbeat
the aroma wafts around me again like a scarf.
in your embrace
i fall asleep with dreams of whipped clouds and
love at the cafe.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
It is a lovely day here at my hometown
Going to do my routine. Running everything down
Decided to stop, in this lovely cafe
Ordered coffee and get back on my way
Bump to a stranger, dropped my belongings
I stared at his eyes, full of longings
Started to stand up, he offered his hands
I accepted it, and told him my apologies
He offered a drink but I declined
I decided to go
But he grabbed my arms
He said what's your name beautiful?
I said my name.
We talked and talked
We forgot everything that we had to do
It's like a spur in the moment
He sadly had to go
I saw his back turned to me walking
Suddenly he looked back
He yelled "Lovely scarf"
That's when I know
He'll be back
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
I was your crutches when your heart was breaking
I was your scarf and gloves to keep you warm in the winter.
But when the sun came
You didn't need me.
When your heart healed,
You tossed aside your crutches
And I waited for the cold to come
Leaving your heart broken
begging for warmth and support.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
It's amazing the difference a piece of cloth can make
Could it be that his scarf is really all that it takes
For me to blissfully leave the pain in this world
With the softness of this scarf around my fingers curled.
He gave it once, then I stole it again
I was slightly surprised he didn't complain
Now its absence has left inside me a void
That can only be filled by his scarf and Pink Floyd.
It's kind of amusing that I want to return
Back to that school, if only to yearn
And notice as my pain away can be carved
Just by feeling the softness of his scarf.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
It turned cold quickly
Almost skipping Autumn
Reluctant to wear a jacket
Or a hat, or gloves
Too distant for my arms
To keep him warm against my chest
He said he never wore a scarf
But if he did, he would go Dr. Who style
I had to laugh as i looked up the reference
Fifteen feet of mismatched stripes
Maybe not the stripes, he said
I happened upon a huge skein of yarn
It felt like a warm blanket in the oddest,
Most interesting colors
Manly, neutral, and perfect for Fall
So i crocheted a scarf and pictured him warm
The pattern in those colors was a mess
I chuckled at why they would make such an ugly pattern
I crocheted every stitch with love
Through arthritic hands that felt no pain
I crocheted a scarf, stopping only when it dragged the floor when i put it on
Two feet short, but ridiculously long
I bordered it in shades of green to match
Not realizing it was variegated into Brown's and maroons along the way
But it matched the odd mix of colors
And finally made it almost pretty to me
I covered myself in perfume
And put it around my neck
As I turned I caught a glimpse in the mirror
It wasn't a horrible amalgamation of hideous colors
It was camouflage, with a matching border
I laughed so hard, and felt so bad
My hillbilly in camouflage
Wearing a scarf way too long
Maybe he would hate it
Maybe he won't wear it
I knew better
So, I packed up his bag of gifts
And sent it to the frozen mountains
He never wore a scarf
He opened it and put it on
It smells like You, he said in blssful remembrances
It's definitely camouflage, he laughed
It's perfect baby, I'll wear it whenever it's cold
And in the picture he sent
I saw its beauty
It wasn't in the patterns of crisscrossing colors
It wasn't in the accidental way
The border perfectly complimented the body
It wasn't in the fact that he would be able
To wrap himself up in me to stay warm
It was in that picture
It was the joy that filled his smile
It was in his eyes that danced in love
It was in the fact that he believes
Because i made it, it's perfect
Yes, i accidentally crocheted a thirteen foot camouflage scarf
And he loves that I can keep him warm.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
My head isn't bare
So trouble i'm hiding
You assume
Under my scarf
Within my hair
Yeah, of course that's true
Because feelings i don't have
And to care i never do
WOW what some people
Sophisticated much
in wardrobe and appealing,
But how about
thoughts and some feelings?
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
It cannot be hard to fall in love with you.
Your eyes fill my heart with longing, hope, happiness.
I do not know how to be sad when you’re around. Everything smells of Christmas and the ground lights up under the soft touch of your feet.
Looking like a lepreuchaun, by your stance, your enthusiasm, the way you look at everyone like they all matter to you.
You represent the spirit of December.
Your honesty, the way your heart opens up to anyone, so spontaneous and scary... yet absolutely enthrancing.
The way you are everything I am not, the way I dream I could be.
Open, true, real, that’s what you are.
My head is filled with songs of snow, night, stars and lights.
Like walking in the snow under the bright lights on the 23rd of December, when the crowd is out, enjoying the weather with their loved ones, wearing fluffy hats and long scarves.
The coats may be dark, but the faces are flushed, the cheeks are pink, the eyes are bright and shine in the evening.
They shine with joy and excitement.
Just like mine when I look at you.
I don’t need a fireplace.
I don’t need a coat.
I don’t need a hat or some gloves.
I just need to see you believe in me, you believe this is right.
That we are made for this.
Each other.
I need to see the hesitation before you take my hand, the hope I’ll still be here when you open your eyes, as though you were scared I’d fall apart under your touch.
I need to see the slight flinch of your gaze when I hold onto you like a lifeline.
I just need you and your eyes.
Because I am warm in the hope of your eyes.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
Why did she leave at a time like this?
Why does her house feel so empty?
Because it is.
How will I ever heal from this pain?
When will I -- what is that?
Is that a leaf? It's probably a leaf.
That green thing. Is that -- ?
A woman
Promenading through the trees,
With a scarf hanging down to her knees,
A handiworker's pleasant surprise,
It's one shade deeper than her eyes.
She's clutching her tote
As I try to stay afloat;
I'm drowning in this beauty.
She's gathering blackberries
And singing our tune,
The one with no words that oft' ends too soon.
I'm lying in the weeds,
Her green scarf clutched in my palms,
And it's getting easier to breathe.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC