In a memory

Its later than I've ever known,
The winter night bites too deep,
Ice-cold fangs burn my skin.
The nights alive and I think that I'm the only one who exists in this
moment.
A swirl of leaves performs a pirouette,
Held fast in the warm glow of a street light.
The moon and I the only witness to this single instant imprinted in my
mind.
The mood of the moment is awe and an endless sense of peace, am I
blessed?
Its cold and later than I thought,
And her name is breathed softly from my lips.
A plume of frozen air hangs in the shape of her name,
Before floating free into the night.