Apple Cider
Spice in the air
Lips sip the fall scent
Whispers of steam
Caress the warmth
Fond memories of war paint
Leaves crunching underfoot
Winter's doorstep
with cider on my lips.
26 October 2001
Originally appeared in the Piker Press 2004-12-11
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