Yesterday, snowed-in felt almost normal.

Today, as trees loaded with snow awake 
to cold blue skies, the world is all aglow.

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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.