Winter is Coming

They crash into a winter freeze,
The crack and whip of falling trees.
Their breath does quicken in such haste,
Summer dreams, winter taste.

The meadow flower song is sung,
And far and wide the white is flung.
So small and subtle, silent knives,
The white has come to claim the lives.

Gone are gods who ruled the light,
Demons tremble in the night.
The sunlight grave will soon be lost,
Beneath an effervescent frost.