A Scarf

I always thought a scarf was simply
Meant to warm your neck
And wore one only when I set out
On a winter trek.

But one day, having left mine home,
Just walking several blocks
I shivered from my turtleneck
Right to my woolen socks.

I tried that walk again that day,
My scarf, though, wrapped ‘round tight
And coziness enveloped me;
The wind just couldn’t bite.

So whether yours is store-bought
Or hand-knit by Aunt Sydelle,
A scarf worn on a winter’s day
Will surely serve you well.