Frosty Reception

The world's colors explode

In a final gasp of variegated warning

Of the great cleansing of hues

And blanching of what was

There's a chill that comes

With cold eruption

Of what promises yet deceives

Explained when life's colors pale

A turnstile on a planet's axis

Ushers passengers

Along the circle

Of hope strewn with pitfalls

Colors hurt when they bleed

Smell rancid and rotting

Best not to rationalize

But blanket it all in frosty mercy