Soon Winter Poem by Gene Starwind

I've waited so patiently for its crispy edges
Octobers lines of frosted hedges, it's fallen piles of berries and twigs
It's beautiful dying things

A few early snowdrops, landing in my hands,
silently disappearing in my palms
Cold and bloodless and white

Visiting the lake as night comes in
Pondering its depths of velvety black, its silent bottom
Picturing it in my mind, allowing a smile -

Soon to be winter, soon to be cold
Soon to be wrapped in the romance of hope