In the depth of a glass, noir’s narrative spun,
Pinot’s allure, under the sun.
A sip of mystery, of nights untold,
In ruby depths, a warmth bold.
Berries and earth, a hint of the forest,
In each bottle, a poet’s chorus.
A companion to tales, by firelight,
In Pinot’s presence, a night takes flight.
A dance of flavors, subtle, deep,
In its embrace, secrets we keep.
A toast to the dark, to the beauty in night,
In Pinot Noir, a soul’s delight.