SWEATER STORIES | Natural Botanical Perfume - Autumnal Immersion

SWEATER STORIES | autumnal immersion |  It's been three washesand still my hair is steeped thick;cade, smoked birch, pine pitch and cured oak.The incense of Octobercrochetedinto my old wool sweater I refuseto give up. It's hooded and so warm despite the whole holeat the armpit seam I don'tknow how to mend.It's not greyor brown,or black, but just the color of wet bark on a furrowed locust.Its hug, a lap of stories.It's been to the deepestcorners of the Hollow where children looked through glintingspiderwebsit's trekkedthe rocky banks of the rose hemmed river getting snaggedon thorns and alwayssurvivingIt's been over and under and in between every otherlayer of down and easily snuggled.It's carried hickory nuts in the left pocket,wintergreen in the right,and sassafras saplings in the hood,in a pinch.It stretched itself to fit a fat feral pearand a pointed found antler.Its sleeve unrolled to shield the hotsteel of the stew pot from my cold,susceptible,human palm.It matched the sweater of