Coffee Lode

Frozen by ac winds
Buffeted by prickly shivers
Shackled by frosted fingers
The cold soul simpered
And sought a saviour warm.

The soundless cry
Crawled
Across the unfeeling hearts
To whisper and conspire
With Bereft

Who with a flick
Conjured up a genial genie
To traverse bogs
And scale steps
And bring the warmest brown brew.

To defrost
And revivify
To free the warm blood course.

The blues are gone
Vivid hues reign
Friend, you are hailed!