Socks

I like my socks in patterns –
In stripes or dots or checks.
I also like more solid ones
With colors splashed as flecks.

No matter if an outfit is
Too dull to even mention,
A pair of perky socks can be
Deserving of attention.

They subtly peek out from one’s pants,
Sometimes for just an inch.
That may be quite enough
To lift one’s mood, in just a pinch.

I glance at other people’s feet
But rarely do I see
A funky patterned pair of socks
In my vicinity.

But when I do, especially
In weather drab and gray,
The jauntiness of someone’s socks
Can brighten up my day.

I hope my socks can do the same
And make somebody smile;
Regardless, I’ll keep wearing them –
Who cares if they’re in style?