The Edge of Winter
A poem.
November 17, 2010
The Edge Of Winter
Standing by the pond's edge
I watch the fading light
dissolve my reflection.
Smoldering umbers
of leaves blacken slowly
as the moon appears
through a slit in gray velvet.
Cold stiffens my fingers.
Now it is too dark to write.
Reluctantly I put my pen away
and think of winter.
– B.R. Strahan