The Ice Maker

This epic would be better posted earlier in the year, but as it's done now, now it is. Begun more than a year ago, I held it waiting on the right voice. There are others in my "Later" folder to be completed soon, although I have found with works begun this year I'm in less a rhyming backyard bucolic tone.
Maybe TMI... read now of the redeeming virtues of....


The Ice Maker

I hear water hissing up the tube,
Then crack a brack, like everyday
New ice cubes fall to the tray,
But it was not I, who has turned on,
  The ice maker today

Spooks There’s a mystery!
And I believe I see a clue,
Look, here, there is water, is it dew?
And see, it walks across the kitchen floor
To right before the refrigerator door
Where some dripping sodden ghost
  Has left the ice maker employed 

With a turn, I follow the puddle out,
Slipping down the kitchen door steps to
Where there are new tracks left in the snow!
Traipsing a line along our thawing Spring yard
   To right where the ol’ Snowman stands unbowed!

My love and I made him
On one gay December day,
When skies above were cold and cloud,
And here he’s stood since, tall and proud,
Until this Springs rising warmth blew in,
  When since, it seems he’s grown too thin

I’m so sorry,
  My snow ball friend,
For I am powerless to change our World,
To postpone what Nature’s round year brings,
And it melts my heart to feel with you,
  Who cannot welcome Spring

Once I returned to where I’m warm,
There was that crack a brack, that chill alarm
That woke me to the Snowman’s plan,
So charitably, compassionately, brought I, the ice cubes out,
  And laid them ‘round him all about,

And said to him, snow without out sin,
I pray these gifts forestall, and rout
  What the warm Spring winds of judgment may bring