NaNoWriMo Day 8 – Snow Berries
Snow Berries, Ghost Berries, Grouse Berries too,
Some bushes are laden, you bear but a few.
The green of your leaves, so deep and so dark,
A backdrop so somber, so grim and so stark
As mid winter nears, you offer no joy,
Pale face and dark overcoat that you employ.
Come cheer up! It’s not as drear as you think.
Sit here by the fire and I’ll bring you a drink.