pink cashmere

I was wearing pink cashmere

to match the baby blue skies, drifting 

wisps of white completed the pastel

montage

a few hardy souls braved the cold wind

we watched them come down from a distance

a trail of ants descending along a sinuous path

pink cashmere, so soft and luxurious,

(even with many small moth holes)

is not so warm in a cold wind,

we headed down the hill towards

home.