Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Apple Cider

A poem for Autumn...

Apple Cider

Spice in the air
Lips sip the fall scent
Whispers of steam
Caress the warmth
Fond memories of war paint
Leaves crunching underfoot
Winter's doorstep
with cider on my lips.






26 October 2001






Originally appeared in the Piker Press 2004-12-11

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