Snow turning into ice

the temperature outside is dropping as darkness falls. the last glow of twilight is melting into the nite as soft powdery snow strikes the silent lake softness changes to hard brittle ice as the gentle idealism inside has hardened into a shell of cold cynicism not easy to melt like snow by the warmth of the suns rays too much betrayals and disappontments in this weary world has formed this icy armour to shield against the viccisiitudes of battles fought and lost to hide the wounds beneath under the icy veneer still the water flows still the fish swim still the heart beats still the hope lives for spring to melt all snow and ice