My daughter wrote this haiku when she was 10 (she's 19 now):
Icy orange fruit,"I'd like to turn this into a Christmas card?" I said, stunned.
blossoms in the cold.
"Why?" Maura asked, underwhelmed.
Why? It's exquisite. Unadorned but so evocative, a moment of fire-bright warmth in the bleak mid-winter, blessed by a precise touch of detail — American bittersweet, a variety of fruity climbing plant. A graceful nod to nature.
A simple gift by which I wish you peace this holiday.