The Scarf

[Taiga Vera Vladmira Rogers]

The seasonal wind whipped against Lindsey’s skin

causing her to shudder

as she walked home from school

It was a bitter autumn evening

and she needed the warmth of the generational scarf

her mother had put in her bag

She slid the colorful scarf around her fingers

and admired the gift’s unique colors.

As she slowly walked down the cracked concrete

she gently wrapped the scarf around her neck with love

As she smiled in satisfaction the caring scarf warmed her neck and shoulder

and she touched the strings at the precious scarf’s bottom.

She dwelled on the scarf’s history

And wondered how could something so beautiful be her own

Lindsey gazed out up at the sky

Studying the endless depth it had as a warm breeze passed by

She slides her hands into her pockets

Walking slowly to her destination

Admiring the orange leaves on the ground

Slowly the terrain changes from concrete to nothing but grass

Passing by and leaving the city buildings behind

Entering an area of nothing but space

With grass that go all the way to the hip

And the smell of the earth hangs fresh in the air

She can already remember the memories of her homeland

The flower petals were soft as a babies bottom

And kissed by a summers breeze

Leaving a memorable fragrance within each cell of the flower

Forever would she remember this meadow

Thinking about her life back in her hometown

Back in the remote parts of Russia