The Smell Of Winters

A poem about winter nostalgia

Photo by Remy_Loz on Unsplash

The smell of winters is like that of no other

It's a bit of nostalgia and your grandmother’s pillow covers

There’s a bit of coffee in there somewhere too

Like the one you used to beat for hours, to show your brother no-one makes it better than you

There’s also that smell that you can't explain, but feel in the air

From the static electricity generated between your hair and the sweater you like to wear

The smell of winter is like no other

It's a bit of nostalgia and the smile of your mother