Cider Time

CIDER TIME Just like the leaves, apples eventually fall An early hint of October’s natural bounty The time to be making more cider is now On misty mornings, picked from the bough Recognised as due, throughout the county A sharp taste not sweet, preferably small Washed and sorted, chopped and crushed The juice is strained, then left to ferment But a little sugar and yeast may expedite With years of experience, one does it right Then a week or so until the bottling event But it takes its own time, best never rushed A popular drink ever since the dark ages Especially in climates that are temperate It’s a simple route to drinking satisfaction That every time, secures a good reaction And requires a good sleep to recuperate Nectar of the Gods, as said by the sages