You were sippin’ cider in the shade.
Somerset by Van Morrison
Composed by Acker Bilk and David Collett, with lyrics by Van Morrison.
Autumn air,
crisp and clean.
Reachin’ out,
callin’ your name.
Come join me on the porch,
sittin’ and sippin’ cider.
Swingin’ on the swing,
holdin’ a warm mug,
sweet apples,
cinnamon spice,
and the aroma of fall.
Not quite pumpkin,
not quite lavender
nor thyme.
Hot cider with a cinnamon stick.
Sippin’ cider,
such an autumn thing to do,
sharin’ a mug
with a neighbor or two.
Close your eyes.
Embrace the sounds.
The smells,
The taste.
Fall is fallin’.
Catch it if you can.
This fall,
May you hear the whisper of autumn air drawing you toward warm conversations that linger like the cinnamon on your tongue.
And may every sip of cider remind you to
slow down, take a break, and savor the season.
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