The Finish Line

The Finish Line Clouds hang overhead geese crowd the banks when the rain starts to fall the farmer gives thanks. The harvest has passed with bountiful yields winter is fast coming there’s frost in the fields. Feel the push of the wind and the bite of the cold his skin etched with time bones fragileContinue reading “The Finish Line”

Coulée de Serrant

Coulée de Serrant I remember Coulée de Serrant the tempting taste of 1973 never-ending summer days wandering amber fields our sun warmed fingers plucking succulent grapes sticky and delicious from bounteous vines fruit of the valley’s womb. The finest vintage decanted into cut glass its bouquet awakens my senses sweet honey on my palate lucidContinue reading “Coulée de Serrant”