Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Excited, we dodge back & forth
running a ruthless course around the house
in a race to clear icicles from the edge of the roof
with the handle of a broom
that isn't always right for the task
and cleave to the belief that if we fail
we will be forgiven as the last visitors who forgot,
on our way out,
to close the gate.

a six foot icicle in the top of the head ( or face perhaps ) seems so biblical....ha ha....very nice....packed with possibilities that extend beyond the eaves of the house...

Thx, saw, appreciate your thoughts

Thx, Veronica, for the smile

Interesting title, nice poem