Becoming The Thaw

When my breath fogs

In the evening air I know

Change is upon us again

And when my lungs grow cold

From wandering the avenues with abandon

It will take weeks for me to notice

And all the icy fractals in my throat

Will take as many weeks to thaw

There will be no telltale sign of my warmth

Until my skin starts glowing

Golden-orange, framing bone and shadowing vein

And my breath comes out cloudy

Wreathes of steam escaping, captivating minds

Distracting and enchanting in the moonlight

With every spoken word