Lush.
Deep lush of bunched purple winds in trust
around mother-vine.
Lustrous with sun-ripening fragrance fruit
tumbles stalks entwined.
Small orbs of pure amethyst shoulder each
other for sun\'s eye.
Rich globes of velvet hang bloated in juice
yet rush toward prime.
What blush on faces for gain of front seats
at maturing time.
Tho\' swollen in wait grape-harvest clusters
know \"must makes best wine\"