Sweater weather is my favorite time of year.
Softness and warmth seeps deep into my soul.
My face says it all, a smile from ear to ear.
Feels like a hug from teddy bear, so dear.
Or Like a lover’s embrace that envelopes my body whole.
Sweater weather is my favorite time of year.
Merlot wool, cashmere, alpaca, cotton all so premier.
A feeling of coziness when out for a chilly stroll.
My face says it all, a smile from ear to ear.
It’s the cardigan sweater that’s in my gear.
To close or not to close the edges of yarn so fine, I love that control.
Sweater weather is my favorite time of year.
If am a clashing disaster, let me be clear,
I don’t care if my sweater mismatches, no reason for fashion patrol.
My face says it all, a smile from ear to ear.
I could make a life of sweater wearing, a full-time career.
My sweater stays with me forever, even if it has a hole.
Sweater weather is my favorite time of year.
My face says it all, a smile from ear to ear.
About the Creator
Daphsam
Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.
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Comments (6)
I love this! I never have sweater weather where I am but this poem made me feel snuggly. Well written.
Wonderful job.
This made me feel very warm
Awww, this was such a wonderful tribute to your sweater. Loved your Villanelle!
Who doesn't like a cozy sweater or even a blanket that is crocheted.
Cleverly done... it has such a cosy, comforting feel.