Yesterday, snowed-in felt almost normal.
Today, as trees loaded with snow awake
to cold blue skies, the world is all aglow.
How could any virus survive such beauty?
By the lake, I keep my six-foot distance,
but what could be more intimate than snow
cascading from the trees onto my brow?
John W. Steele is a poet who lives in Boulder.
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