From Last Winter

They just came back to me. Smells of the last winter! They brought me back What slipped through Before I could grab it! The colors More diverse than rainbow Mocked me in their warm glow For I’m a year older But their color Still holding fast Many of them may outlast Me Warmth intact in mothball While I’m dominated more and more More harshness I feel In the winter chill! When at last they’ll take me out They still will be there Ageless in the cupboard Holding the once wearer In their warm void!