Yuletide Coffee Mug

 



There you stood in winter white
with arms embracing in a hug.
There I sat, a sorry sight
and with a heart of endless road.
I remember safely lulling,
calling from a winter night…

Sipping from a coffee mug
never felt as warm,
caramelizing every tear
from an angel’s looming form.

Suddenly the days were colder
still without my wool.
Even passing off as older,
colder still, the chimney grew.
Winter frozen boughs of holly,
jolly though, in rubbing shoulders…

Sipping from a coffee mug
never felt as warm,
caramelizing every tear
from an angel’s looming form.

And at last, I understood
the carolers outside.
The quietude of neighborhood
is jubilant, alight.
There it is, a simple feeling,
kneeling over burning wood.

Sipping from a coffee mug
never felt as warm,
caramelizing every tear
from an angel’s looming form.

From an angel’s looming form
I never felt as cozy,
never felt as peaceful
with a cheek duet as rosy.