My Sweaters

Hanging in my closet like starved skins of washed out souls
Stiff with lack of use and cold with sadness
My sweaters need me
To be complete

Come, oh winter
So I can save them from dust and grayness

Come, oh rain
So I can bundle up in them
And feel their soft fibers
Hugging and kissing me with thanksgiving

My sweaters are lonely
As am I

So darken the penetrating sun a bit, oh god
And let the leaves start to fall and be free
I need my sweaters
Just as much as they need me