Wine (an acrostic poem)

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White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire

Its hints of sour apple and honey played with

Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level

Especially needed since she was watching her house burn

Cider (an acrostic poem)

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Cold pressed apple fluids left outside in a large jug

In the dead of winter the water freezes on top

Driving the flavor into a more concentrated solution below

Each time the blah ice is then removed and the process repeats over and over for months

Rewarded finally with a fermented drink that tasted of sunny autumn days and patience

Mug (an acrostic poem)

Mulled spices dance among the hot apple cider

Under the curling steam rising over the ceramic

Grabbing the handle, I bring it to my lips and enjoy

 

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Random (an acrostic poem)

Reaching for an apple, the doctor was admitting he didn’t want to be there

Aspirin wouldn’t be put on the market if discovered today

Never talk about Fight Club, but hanging fliers in public spaces is encouraged

Don’t let woodchucks into log cabins, just in case they decide to answer THE question

Obvious things are never obvious, especially to conspiracy theorists

Making acrostic poems can be a fun hobby

Apple (an acrostic poem)

A symbol of sin, an inducer of sleep

Perhaps a ward for those in the medical profession

Poisonous in its very core

Luscious in the sweet fruit surrounding

Even gets crabby now and then