Hot Cider Dreams

Seasons aren't the only thing that changes

Fall glides in on the wings

of migrating monarchs,

stained glass visions seeking respite

from a tedious journey

signaling a change in our surroundings

 

Blushing, the complexion of November

slips from swimsuit informalities

to fawn layered outfits of earth tone lace

Singing of cool breeze melodies

on chrysanthemum dance steps

 

Sweetly autumn reaches,

filling every part of my heart

collecting at my feet like fallen leaves

Swirling about me on winds of fleece lined affection

tickling fancies and coaxing smiles

 

Maple syrup hues cling to pumpkin seed desires,

painting pathways in tinted curves,

outlined in kaleidoscope siftings,

champagne ribbons winding

to stroll with the one you adore

 

Fireside encounters

warm of passion’s enduring flame

a’ glow on shade drawn windows

and pine needle temptations

floating of chilled evening whispers

 

Wrapped in my arms, hot cider dreams

gather amidst comforting aromas,

weaving scented shadows neath wool blanket motions

and as the season changes, so do I…

I fall more in love with you

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Here in Michigan Will. The cider mills keep us in the hot cider for months. I like the days of Fall. The cider mills are doing Halloween and we need the taste of the warm food. The cider mills in Michigan. They make the 8% apple cider. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[willweb]

Thank you for reading and sharing that with me. I appreciate your time

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Will.

[Marina]

I am quite fond of Autumn, too, though a Mediterranean Autumn is a matter of opinion! Sometimes after all that sun It just feels good to be embraced by a cooler climate and I love wrapping myself in warmer, heavier clothes to combat the change. Many lovely lines here, willweb, the surprise coming in your concluding lines where the changing of the seasons also brings out a change in the poet but his affection has only grown deeper for his desired one as time has passed. Something we all hope to have expressed for ourselves. A fine example of descriptive free verse. A most enjoyable read. ❤

[willweb]

Thank you so much Marina. It is similar here in South Texas. The summers are so hot just a break in the temps feels good. Thank you for stopping by.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This is the kind of poem that just puts me in the fall mood. The descriptions, the warmth and that very beautiful last line that played so well into it all. The imagery, how real it feels. The change of weather, change of heart and feelings. ‘Maple syrup hues cling to pumpkin seed desires.’ Wow, what a beautiful, creative and crafty line. Fall poems can either be so fun and creative or just the same old, and this was so classic and beautiful and fresh at the same time.

[willweb]

Thank you, VC, again for your kind thoughts on my poetry. I enjoy the Autumn season, the cooler temps and the shorter days after the long and extremely hot summers we get down here in Texas. Though, leaves don't change color and maple syrup isn't a staple, it was where I grew up and I love looking back on what it was like or what I remember it being like. I appreciate you my friend, thank you again for stopping by

[Sheila Marie Carr]

I love the way you blended the season with passion and love. Such a great write and I look forward to reading more of your work

[willweb]

Thank you so much Sheila, I appreciate your stopping by.

[Ken e Bujold]

A great read Will. Had me hooked from the opening couplet, gliding in on the wings of monarchs, the majestic memories of my youth (see fewer and fewer of them up here each year). "swimsuit informalities" is as great a metaphor for summer as any I've read.
the poem gathers mind to all the senses, lines like fleece lined affections, beautiful, establishing a image as clearly as can be of a change in temperature, while tinged by sweetness of of love and fancies. And so it goes, right to the end, when one realizes this is a love poem to one, wrapped in a ode to a season that all too often (myself included) poets wax darkly upon.
great work
Ken

[willweb]

Thanks so much Ken. Just a little seasonal poetry to welcome Autumn into the year. I appreciate you stopping in today. I am thrilled you enjoyed my frilly word choices. living in Texas, when the cool weather finally arrives we all get giddy. : ) Thanks again my friend.