Pinot noir

Wine, she serenades me
with her first fragrant glass
purring plush purple poetry
      Tra la la la la, tra lee!

She dances in vinous metre
in a second fermented flute
trilling tipsy-turvy tunes
      Tra la la la la, tra leee!

Sip slosh, now she mumbles
bottle buzzing on pour three
a faint intoxicated harmony
      Tra la la la la, tra leeee!

—Terri Guillemets