Arctostaphylos

Evergreen in the chaparral biome

You can survive with poor soil and little water

Smooth orange red brown, twisting 

smooth

In the cold mountains

You bloom in winter, bare fruit, flowers, berries 

in spring, ground hugging or 20 feet tall. 

Little Apple

Stay here with me

Tell me your secrets

I will sit on the cold ground

With you

And wait

For bargaining, anger, denial

Grief to end. 

You can not, 

Will not

Leave me, 

And I sigh,

Content;

Haunt me, 

grow on my winter skin.