The berries are plentiful.
Snagged
The Pyracantha thorns unseen
On reaching gnarled branch of green
Seemed resolute to catch my eye
And snagged my sleeve as I passed by
Then turning to release the hold
Of spiny hooks in cotton fold
Most skillful movements couldn't untwist
Entangled spikes around my wrist
And then I saw tucked in her care
The reason she had held me there
If not for unrelenting thorn
I wouldn't have noticed life's unborn
Protected by a prickly host
From hands that get a bit too close
And cradled deep within her breast
Three aqua jewels in downy nest
The architect had placed it such
That I could see but never touch
Cinnara

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