Katastrophe

Swathed in blue,

A riot of white.

Arriving with a misty hue,

She spreads her blight.

A flick of her train.

A toss of her hair.

All are in pain,

A state of disrepair.

Her task fulfilled,

Comfort displaced.

A war-zone distilled,

She leaves without a trace.

A hubbub of Blues,

Now a scene of agony.

Only time has clues,

To resolve this anarchy.

- Ash-tronomer
Inspired by a recent occurance on this planet