Always full of love
Never without hope
this is the very knot
at the end of my rope.
Never too far gone,
Never in the grip
of winter for too long.
See how summer rips
The soul clean out of fear
and into scattered beams
of sunlight dancing brightly
across our very dreams.
For in the midst of winter
with its darkened chill
there remains triumphant
a summer in me still.
postscript
For day 29. Inspired by: "In the midst of winter, I found there was within me an invincible summer."--Albert Camus