Sipping Cider With My Sweetheart
Sylvan surroundings of a Sanatorium
With cold wind biting the boulevard...
In pallid rays of winter sun, I recuperated.
"Hey, I am your new nurse"...
A light blue scarf came in a tint of white.
Wow!, Wasn't she my Carolina?..
Lost ten years ago in the valley of time and distance..
I knew the honey-sweet voice.
But she never knew I loved her so much.
She chafed my feet in her anodyne touch.
Memories warmed my cold winter night.
'You'll have a hot cup of cider, alright?..
Red apples bubbled in simmering condiments.
Cinnamon, nutmegs and Cloves.
As I sipped Cider with Carolina, my sugar level arose.
A red fire was burning the frost of winter.
A crisp tangy smell of my pureed semi-tart love.
The maple syrup with a sugary crust...
My sweetheart says," Show me where it hurts".
Dated 25th November, 2018
Submitted to the Cool Writes and Imagination Contest
Placed 10th
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues
Also placed First in Brian Strand ' s contest
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