We have a little bit of North Carolina – hanging on the door
A wreath of Fraser Fir – bought at the store.
Replaces the metallic wreath, which was shimmering and fun
But this year, fresh is back – now glistening in the sun
“From the Mountains of North Carolina,” was posted on the tag
and this fresh little beauty – we just had to snag
this wreath also caught our eye
remembering Boy Scout wreaths – we always used to buy
Nathan, our Denver neighbor, sold pine wreaths every year
and placing that order — meant holidays were near.
Today’s juniper and cones whisper of Colorado days-
Reminding us of friends, family, past holidays
fresh decor – like the “hanging of the greens” – over at St. James
Magnolia, Boxwood, Winterberry, and Pine-
aromatic and refined
So yeah, a little bit of North Carolina – on my Virginia door,
a fragrant embellishment, connecting to Colorado holiday lore.
***update: For more information on holiday wreaths, check out the igardendaily blog.
Second author update – for the poetry police, my simple rhyme scheme poem here is not trying to be the poem of the century… just for fun!
Lastly, as many readers know, my boys are studying British Literature this year and adding to that feel, I wanted to share a wreath poem by the Welsh born English poet, George Herbert (ca. early 1600’s).
A Wreath (by George Herbert)
A wreathed garland of deserved praise,
Of praise deserved,
unto thee I give,
I give to thee,
who knowest all my wayes,
My crooked winding wayes,
wherein I live,
Wherein I die, not live:
for life is straight,
Straight as a line,
and ever tends to thee,
To thee, who art more farre above deceit,
Then deceit seems above simplicitie.
Give me simplicitie, that I may live,
So live and like, that I may know thy wayes,
Know them and practise them:
then shall I give
For this poore wreath,
give thee a crown of praise.