The Ice Storm by Timothy Sandefur

The Ice Storm 

by Timothy Sandefur

Somehow the ice made details clearer, 

carved earth precise; all things nearer 

exactness; it made fecund trees chaste; 

finished, displayed to be appraised. 

A sculpted eagle's wings it glazed 

eternally still, and sharp as blades. 

An ideal now certain; limned at last; 

a paradise pinned under glass.