Battle Chill

I’m feeling cold more deeply than I did
when I was young. I always liked the chill.
As far as I remember, as a kid,
I welcomed winter and derived a thrill
from longer nights and storms that didn’t kill.
Of late I’ve been avoiding cold, inside,
inviting feeling frail and almost ill.
Today I rise and open windows wide.

(Huitain)

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