April Ablutions

I confess we drove to the cabin last week, and I forgot to bring recent poems of mine. So, what I'm posting is undoubtedly a repeat. But it's also apropos to the traces of leftover snow and the cold rain we've endured here these past few days.

April Ablutions

Like a curved blade

with shaving cream

recently scraped from a face,

a stubborn scrim of snow

hugs the ground in front

of a newly rinsed car.

The rest of the lather washed

away in a morning shower.

Marilyn Aschoff Mellor