It’s true, they’re here.
They’re finally back,
These three tasty beauties,
Upon your palate: impress, not attack.
Fresh Hop and Oak Aged and Hibernation,
Realities, not figments of the imagination.
You’ve waited and pined away all year long,
No longer for want of their malty, hop songs.
There’s Hiber’s sweet, sultry warming,
or Oak Aged Yeti’s reverberant, recalcitrant warning,
and Fresh Hop’s aromas of citrus and grass,
On these fall seasonals, you’d be silly to pass.
So, search in ye cities,
Look high and look low,
For once they have vanished,
They will be memories ago.