Del Ray, a love poem

The smell of chimney smoke, signals,

Colder nights, curling toes, thick socks,

Yellow leaves,

Crinkle.

And children, stomp on summer,

Roses, blooming across cheeks,

Steaming whispers.

And giggles after father’s

Winter boots,

And mama’s praise

All crackling.

Gather round,

Melting, marshy, mellow,

As the gray winter wolf,

Circles.

Today’s decidedly non-whiney thoughts brought to you by French blend Sancerre, which is named after the medieval hilltop town in central France overlooking the Loire River. The wine was a bit too acidic for me, however with notes of apple cider, it may be perfect for a chilly night gathered around the backyard fire pit. $24