You think of her with her dazzle on,
the shimmering heaps of powdery snow
flashing in the sunlight, sparkling
beneath a full moon, the etched branches
and frosted boughs, the glittering ice.
Nothing can compare.
But most days, she shuffles through the hours
unadorned, and unless you have the wisdom
to peer past the surface, you might mistake
her for some plain Jane, too ordinary
to warrant your attention. Only those
who truly look can truly see her beauty–
or deserve to.