Moon Series with Emily - Day 19

I can see my breath
more clearly than the moon
and feel the icy ache
of winter

The cold stone castle floor
doesn't hold warmth
the way I'm used to
in my world
of oil burners and electric heaters

Only these days
I feel a deeper cold
and I shake from forehead to toes
fearing a cold so old and deep
that warmth might never touch me
Certainly not the warmth of the moon
absent tonight
from its bed of dark clouds