‘Possumhaw’
Ripe orange pebbles glow against the dappled grays of bark and sky, berries offered on outstretched arms to feed empty stomachs of some, hungry eyes of all.
Even as agarita begins to stir, tempting the air into springtime sweetness, the winterberry banquet remains, patiently awaiting any mockingbird or cardinal that chances this way.
Bounty and beauty at the cusp of seasons.
Jean Hackett writes and lives in San Antonio and the Texas Hill Country.
Poetry editor: Jim LaVilla-Havelin