I like the title, however it doesn't seem to work for this poem. First stanza: Frozen panes, tattered weeds and ice glazed eaves do not convey a feeling of
Spring Cleaning in this field of granite stumps I recall once you held me on a bony knee and I complained now my knees complain sinking in spring soaked earth
I love this and the revisions you have made. One suggestion: 2nd stanza, last line I think should read "glint", singular...referring to the "Ice slicks"