Cider

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.

White-patched grass
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.
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