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
