First fires...
Smoking chimneys...
Leaf mold and pumpkin spice...
Spiced cider and hot chocolate...
S'mores, mmmmm!
Mulled Cider Memories
Santa Claus sees what we
are doing.
We rejoice in grandly...
snow-shoeing.
And, oh we do love our hot,
mulled cider.
Especially next to a warm, cozy,
fire!
Christmas tunes joyfully fill many
a home.
Friends an relatives here, who do
Love us ..and do not roam.
We love each other for who we, as
individuals, truly are.
Freedom lovers, we, one and all,who
sing beneath silver, Christmas stars.
Speaking our truths, behind wreathed
ribboned, decorated doors
Bright eyes that sparkle, arms that hold.
True love carved, in poetic, holiday gold.
12/10/2024
Crisp air, a fall day's hue,
Apple cider donuts, warm and round,
A taste of autumn, sweet and true.
Crisp air, a fall day's hue,
Cinnamon and sugar, through and through,
A comforting, familiar sound.
Crisp air, a fall day's hue,
Apple cider donuts, warm and round.
Eating donuts until we are full.
We take our time, picking our haul.
Apple pie, jam, and cider.
We hear a cute barn cat purr.
We see farm animals too.
Goats climbing, like they do.
On this sunny, fall day.
On this bench, I wish to stay.
But we must go before the rain.
Holding my bag, the trip was not in vain.
At home, we feel the storm.
Inside, we are nice and warm.
We heat up cider.
And I feel my cat’s fur.
We always said we should go.
To the cider mill before it snows.
Today, we enjoyed the fall breeze.
Relaxing on this day of ease.
Life could be a dream ;for the ones who won't care.
Every moment,every minute,feels fortunate to be there.
Any trade from his aspect in life,won't be fair,
Living like the end;is near
Even if he's surrounded by all
Portraying the daughter of King Lear.
The vision of life ain't linear
Living like Apple Cider Vinegar
Seems like every gun has pressed its trigger
But, No! Never,he seemed to driven by despair
From the people he spent his life in havoc to care
on a cold fall day
I sit sipping fresh pressed
warm apple cider
sipping mostly home this year
autumn flavors all hold dear
for lets confess
from trees to press
orchards bring good old cheer.
Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees,
Running feet rumbling the soft ground,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.
Children laughing, being chased by bees,
Snapping off apples, firm and round,
Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees.
The smell of cider wafting in the breeze,
Wishing the orchard was open year-round ,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.
Dads lifting their children to the crowns with ease,
Excitement stirs as they spot the playground,
Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees.
Tripping on roots, grass stains on their knees,
Mothers listening to their laughter, the loveliest sound,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.
Rolling down the paths until the grass makes them sneeze,
The happiest place, where apples surround.
Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.
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
When We Know A Cool Apple Cider Would Be Nice
Brownish red hues emitted from angry red skies
Such depths of emotions sometimes are born from lies
Much as rattle-snake rings it tails before it bites
Poor country boy sang, save me, just before he dies
And there was no angel to save him that black-night
As wild river turns and floods the new founded town
The town throng asked who is wrong and who is right
All the hero gave them was a tormented frown
The storm smiling idlily, at first hides its face
Then it gave forth rampant lightning and heavy blows
When all was over we had such a torn up place
We knew that old man Satan had played his show.
Asking ourselves if the pain is worth the damn price.
When we know, a cool apple cider would be nice.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 5th 1974
Note
Sometimes we know that making the decision is much harder than the actual fight will be.
Cider, you,me…in front of an insouciant fire.
Cinnamon cider swirling in cloissone cups.
Life, a perfect sunset in your amber-chocolate eyes, I dearly sought.
Later, to our bed, to peacefully retire.
The calico cat’s tail wound about our feet.
The tartan blanket embellished us in beauty.
Creating wedding plans, a pleasurable duty.
In graciousness, that we so blessed did meet.!
1/27/2023
Autumn crisp apples
bob in the rain filled barrel.
Yellow frosts the tips
of the highest leaves,
and olive beige acorns crunch
underfoot. Sunlight
is gold dust chilled
on the edge of the morn' sky.
Hot apple cider.
Mulled Cider
M-is for Merry Christmas.
U-is for unforgettable lights!
L-is for lullabies to the Christ
L-is to laughter with those you love
E-is the heady fragrance of evergreens
D-is for decorations, so divine
C-is for the carols we happily sing
I-is for the infant, Jesus, our King
D-is for December,snow on the ground
E-is for embraces with our family
R-if for revering and remembering
December 15, 2019
I come from the West Country
it’s the best place to be
they say there is incest
but I don’t love my own sis
We be drinking up in cider bars
we do it for a wider ahrse
it’ll make you smile true
we got tractors we don’t need cars
Because we be drinking up thy cider
jolly old times that make you a smiler
nothing’s better than cider
when cider’s inside yer
We be drinking up thy cider
We be drinking up thy cider
Cider
Cider
Cider
West
Coun
Tree
Sipping cider with my sweetheart,
it was so much fun.
Christmas tree, the cards and shopping.
All of it was done!
All alone now with my sweetie
on that Christmas Eve,
I was thrilled about a special
thing I would receive!
My boyfriend all month was hinting
how he would arrange
to strengthen our togetherness;
that our lives would change!
“Are you ready now?” he asked me.
“Cover up your eyes.”
Then he took a bit of time to
go get the ‘surprise’.
I peeked! It felt like I had been
punched right in the gut.
Racing toward me came my gift:
a yelping little mutt!
Nov. 25, 2018 for
the Cool Writes And Imagination Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues
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