Ok. I have been doing some serious thinking about the Epic Poetry Scarf, and I've gotten some very good suggestions from some very clever people.
However, I think I'm probably going to end up going with one of my dark horses. From Richard III:
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our House
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
At first I was like, no, that's kind of cheesy, but the more I think about it, the more it makes me giggle, somehow, to have that on a nice winter scarf. Ha! There's a double meaning in that.
So now I have to chart it out, and then decide which words I want to do in purple.
Yay! I feel good about this.