The older I get the more truth I find in poetry, and the more enchanted I become by the sparkling word play in great poems.
This is just a snippet of a lovely poem called Easter Wings, written by George Herbert, born in 1593.
Happy Resurrection Day!
I'm Robin, the designer behind October House. You've found my journal, where I talk about stitching, sewing and anything else that might catch my fancy!
Make something beautiful today!
"My best friend is a person who will give me a book I have not read." - Abraham Lincoln
