Ode to a Sweater

(Ok it's a Monday and it's time for some fun. And it's the first day of October, this poem is appropriate for fall.)

Big comfy sweater, so green and warm
swirling down my arms, showing off
my collarbone, how perfect you are.

You make me want to frolic
in the leaves, jumping from pile
to pile under the fall sky.

At night, I do not lose you.
Instead I curl up with only you
because you are all I need in this chill.

Big comfy sweater, the color of ocean foam,
don't ever get eaten by the dryer
or lost by the washer. Because I love you
big comfy sweater, so green and warm.