Choices Come Home

In the pre-dawn darkness,
I make my way carefully
from the house toward the horse pen.

The few inches of snow
I chose not to shove or shovel
from the driveway three weeks ago
has turned into a hard-packed ice sheath,
doubly dangerous
in the slight thaw of the past two days
and freshly glazed
with each night’s new freezing.

More often than seen,
a thing chosen for convenience
becomes the means of danger,
a snare for the unaware,
a threat even when taking care
for each sliding step.

H. Arnett
1/7/13

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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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