Winding and Unwinding

A sonnet

Shoulders and arms lift, as the right hand throws, Landing in a three-foot sloppy circle. Two seventy-five foot garden hoses, Wound last autumn, now need the reversal.

Left outside too long, a long time ago, Shut off the water at the house supply. Buried in frozen piles of ice and snow, Out of sight, out of mind, the reason why.

This weeks warmth exposes hose to the light, Brings promise of winding and unwinding. Leaving outside wasn’t smart in hindsight, Later this year we may need reminding.

Really, it’s just a case of laziness, This talk of winding’s causing dizziness.