Apple Cider
Today I celebrate apple cider,
Cold and murky echo
Of the sweet peak of September.
Rustic like a farmhouse,
Gift of time and labor,
Rich with its own sediment.
Taste the sunlight
Hidden in the shadow.
Apple Cider
Today I celebrate apple cider,
Cold and murky echo
Of the sweet peak of September.
Rustic like a farmhouse,
Gift of time and labor,
Rich with its own sediment.
Taste the sunlight
Hidden in the shadow.
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