I Wear This Winter Like a Cloak

I wear this winter like a cloak
 Unlike past winters that have worn me.
  
 Each visible puff of breath 
 Proof of existing (and
Nevertheless rosy-cheeked),
 In spite of northerly wind
 And bleakened landscape.
  
 As I breathe life out into this bitter world
It breathes it back into me.
  
 For on these cold winter nights
 We are all chimneyed-factories,
 Burning heat within and
 Emitting puffs of steam 
 Against the long night sky.