Lighthouse

Just a little freestyle writing - now edited after suggestions from my reviews.

As the stars shine bright in the early winter night
and the wolves howl their well-known song
the frost swallows up the ground
one tiny bit at a time
and within a few moments
the clearest, stone cold night has taken over.

Now on your own
with no lighthouse for guidance
like a lantern in the night
suddenly gone out
with a gust of icy air.