Sipping cider is like drinking Fall –
The leaves, the breeze and decorations.
Imagine falling in a pumpkin patch
From clouds of snow.
The browns of drying corn
That mix with balding trees.
Still showing hints of green.
Children below are searching
For the perfect jack-o-lantern.
And you – are hurdling
Toward the light-up witches,
Skeletons, tombstones and coffin
Where Dracula is hiding
Waiting to pop out when a
Five-year-old decides to pass.
But… before you hit
You realize you are out of cider.