The sky is bright, the air is warm
the sun is still on my side,
the promises the garden made in June
came true, mostly, at least they put the energy out.
It takes a lot to grow into something useful.
Now for the pulling and the picking up,
stacking litter, piling weeds,
finding lost trowels.
It is easy to get lost here
to hide from the work at hand.
Take one more peek beneath the grape vine
begin to coil the hose.
Weslea Sidon is a poet and musician living in West Tremont, Maine. Her poems have appeared in several literary publications and anthologies, most recently Paumanok Transition. She is the author of The Fool Sings, published by Rain Chain Press.