A brighter tomorrow

The fall breeze is brisk and yet it's still warm,
Now I can see what once was a storm.
Hopes, dream, and promises never intended to hold,
Will see a new day as  November unfolds.
 
I can see a new hope for the things that might be,
Even if we cannot quite agree.
We're growing stronger with each new breath,
We can rise above disrespect and bigotry.
 
Let's listen and not always speak.
Respect for women, handicapped and minorities 
doesn't make us weak.
Peace, acceptance and kindness should  be our priorities