A Cold Christmas Eve
A cold Christmas Eve
the sun rises and pushes darkness away,
and the air is crisp and cold,
that hits your bones and freezes you in place.
...and I put on the coffee pot,
the aroma of coffee beans roasting fills the house.
The blues on the record player,
blaring in a soft groove that shakes the soul
for Heaven's sake show the love you confess,
and this cold Christmas Eve will feel much warmer.
The coffee is finished.
The gibberish is over.
I am done.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2015
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