poem with art of a scarf There is no loneliness like theirs -- Jeffrey Wright, A Blessing https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46481/a-blessing An old scarf worn loose on the shoulder, nearly falling until her fingers reach up to set me straight, and I only realize in that tender moment of hers the cold air that's been consuming me all this time, my mind so lost, so deep in thought for Advent Of Joy