Open sky[color=#ffffff] * [/color]blue and steel-bright[color=#ffffff] * [/color]barely hides the chill of space
[color=#fafafa]Love slows, fires bank, world seeks to turn all life to stone[/color]
Water drop dances in the wind[color=#ffffff] * [/color]grows skeletal[color=#ffffff] * [/color]joins tiny spider webs in the sky 
[color=#fafafa]The furnaces of Earth burn deep, and scarcely warm the fur-lined burrows[/color]
Drifting like microghosts[color=#ffffff] * [/color]thieving bits of life when they touch[color=#ffffff] * [/color]living flesh
[color=#fafafa]Slumber just short of death, tiny caves like graves in frosted ground[/color]
Clean icy blankets[color=#ffffff] * [/color]cover the chaos[color=#ffffff] * [/color]that coming spring promises
[color=#fafafa]Sleeping creatures curl and almost, [i]almost[/i] freeze from wintry compromises[/color]