Rhymes, Rants & Accolades from North Central BC

Prompt: on being a grape slowly turning into a raisin

So warm and cosy
so sweet and rosy
nestling next to
my brothers and
sisters
on the family vine
of our divine
Mother

Wind loosening
me from my
perch
I fall, tumbling and
bouncing
onto the
Earth

The sun beating
down
my shape is less
round
I know not what’s
happening
my juices
evaporating
my body is
shrinking
my skin is
wrinkling
I am cold
prematurely
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