Showing posts with label Wreath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wreath. Show all posts

Friday, December 25, 2009

Wreath

Wreath

A garland, a crown,
a rounded sprig of twigs
and cut greens to lean on the door.

An empty frame,
a mock mirror lacking
kept images, reflective backing.

This is an entrance
that I have circled, a porthole,
an enchanted, perfumed portal.
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