Ice

Sunlit blanket

Of fluffy snow

Etches a sculpture,

Marble against sky.

 

Lacy ice

Forms a window

Shielding

From the worst truth.

 

It was not heralded

By a mushroom cloud,

But the end's beginning

Is still

 

Beautiful.

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