Poem: Paris Scarf

This scarf was a gift from a friend who just returned from Paris

 

 

 Paris Scarf

Spun of silken hues,

floating

on a hint of breeze,

tied ever so lightly

‘round her neck,

catching the eyes

of passersby,

conjuring thoughts

of romance,

mystery,

foggy nights,

misty mornings,

quiet talks

while sipping wine,

catching the glint

of moonlight,

colors that dance

with limber shades

of grace,

a Paris scarf,

a mood, a song

in

silken hues

of blue.