Cozy Hour
Waking up in the middle of the night,
heating the stove to make a pot full of tea.
Oh, how this silence soothes and calms me.
Looking over at the clock, it reads 11:11.
Embers crackle softly in the fireplaces light,
Settling into its warmth, everything feels just right.
Over my shoulders, a blanket is draped with care,
moments like these are beyond compare.
Every cozy hour is a treasure to keep.
Copyright © Alijah Rivers | Year Posted 2025
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