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Fall Magic

Hot cider warms the heart

By K.B. Silver Published 3 months ago 1 min read
Fall Magic
Photo by Rosalie Barley on Unsplash

fresh, crisp and tart

pressed, transforming

to a precious golden elixir

the first day of fall

captured in a bottle

released to the cauldron

a snap of hand rolled cinnamon

sweet and spicy bark

the flavors of the jungle

extracted to excite sensuality

clove buds, too weave their

lush exotic spell

infusing the potion

with kicks of emotion

allspice a mysterious sphere

unripe perfection, bobbing around

crushed or ground in fragrant power

the Anise star, pungent fruit

fractal compartments

floating whole with spiral rinds

ripe oil-bearing and orange

simmering and stirring

inhaling the emanations of an

international delight

filtering back less than entered

evaporated to a

deep vintage tawny gold

mulled over well and good

cider, treasure of

the autumn orchard heart

K.B. Silver

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About the Creator

K.B. Silver

K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.

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  • Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago

    What a beautiful sensory poem. I’ve never had cider before, but you make me want to try it based on your description of how it is extracted and made. Well done!

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