My darling came home with a wreath,
To beautify the door beneath,
They’re Rowan berries tightly bound,
Then cinched tight to make a round,
No decoration heretofore,
But now this wreath adorns our door,
Judge for yourself just how it looks,
And no! You cannot see the hooks!!
It’s a sight to welcome every guest,
And yes, I feel this home is blessed.
The Wreath
08 Sunday Dec 2013
Posted in poetry

I love our wreath, it matches the front door 🙂
It looks FAB!