In the shadow of Clochemerle
ruby vine fruits newly shorn,
burning sarments smoke signal
that vintage is over, is safely home,
the vendangeurs have left
for warmer southern climes
falling Gamay leaves carpet
the burnished Cote de Puy
air is cooling, prescient,
we taste the early paradis
and wait, impatient for
the first young purple wine,
there is no hurrying in the chais
just excited anticipation
‘il arrive’
© Graham R Sherwood 11/2021