Hard Cider

« That first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie’s burning cheeks.  Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again. »             Laurie Lee

drink apple cider

fermented like days of old

brings fire to cheeks


dVerse prompt to make Laurie Lee prose into poem. #2

Hard Cider