always some hope

in this soft place all winter is november
moving from autumn warmth to sharply cold
the fire of life will never reach an ember

the sunlight on the trees makes us remember
that we are strong though slowly growing old
in this soft place all winter is november

the sharpest freeze does not make it december
even in february the sun's still very bold
the fire of life will never reach an ember

still leaves are green as in sweet september
the fluffy clouds in warmth will us enfold
in this soft place all winter is november

the harshest winds do not our souls dismember
there's much to hope for that will still unfold
the fire of life will never reach an ember

sweet world of life of which i am a member
rewards my patience with this morning's gold
in this soft place all winter is november
the fire of life will never reach an ember

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister