Crabapples can be festive too.
Who needs holly when wild fruit
can catch our eye on a stroll
in snow, and reinforce the season
just by hanging there?
Tempting us to pluck
the globose pomes, remembering
their red spring petals as we
gratefully crush out the pectin
to add spice to our holiday cheer
and a steaming gift of love
for Father Christmas.
Would you like the Author to read this poem to you?