Mottled grapes

The sun will shine through riddled leaves
and even glow through mottled skin
as it would through perfect orbs,
call sweetness from trunk and root,
leaching acid, changing green
to gold. Yet that brief beauty
must be crushed and set aside,
left in the dark until at last,
only with age is fate fulfilled.


There is beauty in imperfection too.

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