June 22nd

 

wedding crowns a wreath

pinned names hushed under satin

love’s final journey

May 6th

winter’s brittle wreath

the dead holly bite toothless

disintegrating

I saw the Christmas wreath Debbie made in a green recycle bag, the one made with twined willow and holly leaf and berry, so colourful and lovely, the one she put on our front door. Well, it’s had it basically. Old and brittle and brown.

Under seven months till Christmas!