Breathing in the dead of night
mouth to mouth resuscitation
cloudy plumes so soft and white
drying tears of condensation

Dawning light through misty veil
orange snow and burning sky
rooftop crystals, glass glazed rail
ice is in no short supply

Watching winter close the curtain
to another year come and gone
none the wiser of this I'm certain
like the moon and tide, I've withdrawn