Panacea
It’s snowing
Over a Covid world.
The snow is cleansing
The air, weighing
Each invisible culprit down.
Each snowflake
An antidote to fear.
If only it could!
Armies of microscopic
Ice lattices, silencing
Deadly viruses to the ground.
Neutralizing their dangerous
Spikes in layers of snowfall
Where they could be titrated
To innocuous, elemental
Salve into the soil.
Like everything else,
Made into sustenance
For rebuilding
Something good.