Simple Sunday-Cold Soul

Is my life as frozen as the leaves?

My help is as near as the sun.

My soul cold in a state that grieves

Is my life as frozen as the leaves?

A warm beam near, heart internally heaves

freed from the icy casing, my freedom won

Is my life as frozen as the leaves?

My help is as near as the sun.

CCB

4/25/2015

A Triolet