Come back my first cashmere scarf,

I love you,

I love the warmth and softness,

I miss this gift my mom gave me for college,

Early December, late nineteen-seventies.

Standing by the door looking at the sky,

only some clouds lower than usual.

Peeking in at me, Pink hue is the color.

I like snowflakes falling, each one a gem and

my scarf wrapped around the snowman.

The finest materials,

     inspired by the nature,

          made by the experts...