Winter

This a poem about winter. Its my first.

I call to the winter
For I call for thee to come          
How I miss thee, come hither.
I give thee an august for sum.

For the heat is extra to bear,
There is meager peace and white.
The summer does not care about its air,
As too long does last the light.

I seek thy solace.
The leaves bear no value in color.
Not even fall is in adolescence 
I need thy temperature of polar.

I see thy white aid!
The leaves are colored and laid.