Born in bitter surroundings, roots strong,
a crimson enigma standing tall.
At peace, ringed by birdsong,
with passion bright as sol.
Robust, refined grace,
sweetness inside,
tart embrace.
Belied.
Rhus.

Photo by John Chrom

A nonet is a nine-line poem that counts down by syllables from nine in the first line down to a single syllable in the final ninth line. Rhyme and strict meter are optional, letting the visual shape and shrinking flow carry the meaning.