For the dVerse Monday prompt “In praise of the grape“, a quadrille using the word wine:
The autumn-sweet air is eucalypt clean,
light, yellow as late-harvest wine, gilds the trees,
insect hum deepens the stillness,
stirred by currawong’s mournful goodnight.
The trees blush rose,
into the darkness rising from valley
to meet an apricot sky,
ripening to indigo.