Cider Rush (expanded)

[dime_dreams]

In the press of things,

Crisp reminiscence
Of pumpkins and cool, scented air
Of turtlenecks
and newly knitted scarves
tokens of time and tenderness
and impending frosts

Jeweled crush
And rivulets of nectar
A Potion of season and time,
Aged apothecary
Mottled jugs
with rustic seals
Nature, natural
Permeates everything
Emblazoned to take notice
Of her
In her jeweled gown

Ruby lips and fire burned halo
sweeping out of the party
To dress for the next

The rush
Of Earth and Fire
Is done,
Over and gone...