I long for winter

Nights grow longer and the cold stronger as the world gallops towards icy times.
Sun grows weaker.
Days grow bleaker.
Era of warmth becomes a frigid clime.
 
Hold close to your heart memories of a living land.
Hold close to your soul the hope of warmer days.
 
The air grows colder and the year older as death-fearing creatures prepare themselves.
Colors grow lighter.
Leaves grow brighter as their smell beckons Winter closer.
 
Skies grow bluer.
Birds grow fewer.
A halting world nearly freezes in time.
Then wolf does call and the last leaf falls and all shall wait for first breath of ice.