Friday, December 14, 2001
The Appearance of Snow
In lucid sunlight
is clear: snow has quietly
remade the meadow into a scene
of undreamed simplicity.
But seek no deep
truth in the snow:
it is only a cover, a white lie.
It fell quite by chance last night,
erasing the whole known world;
but now prickly whiskers of brittle
grass-tips stick up through the surface,
stiff reminders of the difficult world
that lies forgotten below, cloaked
by the snow's deceit.
© 2001 The Carlisle Mosquito