Seasons Revisited

Rolling flavours sink within me
A Chateau vacqueyras, the russet leaves,
Rustling on the pavement by the caf?.
Cappuccino steams, and I believe,
in the end of summer, the fall
of morning bell, where mist inscribes her
signature
above the river's swell.
Posses the season's yearning,
deep within.
Seasons grips me tight
by limb, and crispness dry
has soaked me to the belly.
Port wine flames spread warmth
the groaning throb of claret in my heart,
did blood thirst in desire set me apart?