Poetry of sorts

Cold

Tonight is cold,
frosty as ice.
A feeling I haven't felt since old,
it's been awhile since I felt this cold.

The blinking lights I see in the dark,
as I stare at our forest.
The cold air making me shiver,
so much that I fear to embark.

The weather's changed,
so much I didn't know.
I don't mind it though, I won't exchange,
this weathers nice though.

The cold is chilling,
but it's unique.
The cold brings activities that are thrilling.
As the ending of the year reaches its peak.

The cold creeps into my house,
forcing me under sheets.
I don't mind though,
for I can go under very deep,
into a warm, hopefully everlasting sleep.