Submitted by Elaine Magliaro, Guest Blogger
Here’s an acrostic poem that I wrote a few years ago. If you read down the left side of the poem, it spells out the word “wreath.”
Wrapped around itself,
Evergreen, fragrant of winter forests,
Adorned with berries, baubles, bells of gold,
Tacked to the front door…
Home for the holidays.
Happy Holidays to all!!!