Cold Chills

The chills embrace Is tight and keen Invisible yet Deeply seen Or rather felt It wraps around With it ghostly hands and invisibly roam the lands Laying in bed, Wishing as usual For the cold to subside with every thought about a hot, steamy soup Willing to do the trick To defrost the frost having that proud tough feeling after finding that heat As the wind lacerate Those round cheeks the poor fingers numb and a marathon runny nose