366 Poems: October 26th, 2016

Hot Cider

These last few days have been days

of cinnamon and spice,

of cold, cold winds

and things that are not always

so nice.

But today is a day of hot apple cider,

Of warm, sweet, sweet love

and understanding.

Of that feeling when the sharp wind

pulls you around,

and yet still a fire burns in your stomach.

Calling for,

begging for,

yearning for

a home.

Because today is our world’s desperate peace.

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