Unripe berriescluster on the vine.One is dark, but not dark enough,a pinot, not a cab.The others look creamywhite turning pale yellowa few tinged pink like a peace rose, my favorite:they used to bloomin my mother’s garden.As a child, I was amazedhow soft yellowwould yield to pink,not a transition a colorwheel might predict.Yet everything everywhere is … Continue reading Everything
