Growth of Perfection - Sharon Du

Growth of Perfection by Sharon Du (13)The first buds, awkward little calluses onThe stringy branch, whispering winterLeaves rustle around them in quiet applauseGradually, they swell and bulge, their shellBreaking, straining around themUntil they reveal technicolourBright pink pigments, soft layersSleeping bag spilling, unfurlingCrystal dew studding pastel, pristine flowerTender dark pink lashes flutteringAs thunder growls in the distance, the sky breaksWhite, blinding as it cracks, reformShards of mirror rain down, pummellingThe blossom, torn and faltering, cuts dripping, and petals bruisedLashes now withered, it no longer delightsIn the fine silk veils, fragments of beautyThe orb changes, grows, develops againThe flesh becoming green, dark, and swollen, gloweringEnough pale sun and gentle rain from the spring morningEnough golden-soaked glow from the warmth of summer afternoonEnough chilly sunsets to the ambience of murmuring grass and falling leavesFirst the flesh loosens, and the skin stretches and thinsPendulous weight, heavy with juices, droopsPlump and miraculous, it sits like a newbornFuzzy, fragrant, warm from the sunshineTrue beauty in the peachLovely, useful, miraculous, truthful, condensed sunshineAnd, with a single taste of blissBecomes a memory