I brought in a sprig of Winterberry today,
so bright and crimson it was
against a black velvet pillow.
so beautiful is its shadow.
A small window of time, after the first snow, before they are taken for food I bring in winterberry from my shrub behind the house. A male and female plant, they are interdependent on each other to bear fruit.
Tiny beads of crimson joy.
Beauty is not caused. It is. Emily Dickinson