Snow in sculpted swirls is laid
against the cheek of earth’s domain;
lathered foam in sun and shade
protects the stubble that remains
beneath the banks of shaving cream,
where life and breath desire to grow;
lay the strop to winter’s seam,
and shave her close, to spring below.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
That’s great. Never thot of that.
🙂 Not even in all your lathering? I thought of it after doing an art project with my students using shaving cream and paint – there was a poem hiding in all that mess!
This is magnificent. The brightness on the snow is fantastic.
Thanks so much, Sissy! 🙂
Very nice, the depth of field is great and you took a good aperture.
Thanks very much! 🙂
Oh gosh that is lovely 🙂
Wow – thanks very much! I appreciate that… 🙂
how creativity spools around you in a thread of beauty friend !
My soul took a few hard knocks this week – I will allow your words to bandage me up a bit. Thanks so much for your continued support – it means a lot!
you knock down those blows with casting the Enemy back to his outer darkness Melody ~he can’t invade your space!
Thank you… even when tired, the soldiers fight on…
Yes – I see that now…Shaving cream snow!
Imagine if it were scented…. 😦 A global men’s locker-room. Axe, maybe?
We are ready for some spring! Shave away! Thanks, Melody!
Temps in the mid -20s C this week – and 50km/hour winds to boot. Mayday! 😦 I’ll hold the razor…