There’s a chill that gets down
Into your bones, and you can
Feel nothing but the cold, the
Ache, and you cease to know
What warm was, and there’s
No escape or reprieve until a
Few months from now when
Winter slowly fades to Spring.
I love that chill.
The Swords of the Ancients 
One Comment
Very clever and well done. Dare I say, your poem is really cool! 😀👍