Work my arms into
Each warm, soft sleeve
Admiring the pattern as I
Turn down the heater a bit
Enveloped in my own, climate-controlled
Relief from the cold.
Winter is just around the corner,
Each cool breeze a prelude, nudging
Autumn out of the way
The morning frost isn't far behind
Helped along by the lengthening night
Enveloping my smoky breath
Rising from sweater-warmed lungs.