Pretense

Some things are better covered with snow,
more beautiful, the ugly mud beneath made pristine

and, for a while at least, we can all pretend
that beauty is the nature of things.

About this poem

This was a really, really long poem. And then the whittling began.

Actually,  I think beauty really IS the nature of things. But too often, life is ugly. We muck it up. It’s nice to get a reprieve now and again.

It is snowing today. They are predicting 6″ to 12″. The picture was taken in Dorset, VT.

Tom