AUGUST ON LAKE MICHIGAN
August is Lake Michigan’s way
of clearing boats from her bays
and bonfires from her beaches,
the month when cottage owners
give up the idea of staining the deck
and call painters who vaguely promise
to look at the job after Labor Day –
an elaborate, necessary fiction
understood by painter and owner alike.
“How much longer ‘ya up here?”
is the talk at August gatherings,
while glum shopkeepers post signs
proclaiming END OF SEASON SALE
and lower prices to full retail.
August’s big waves and wind
chase off all but the fortunate few
and now the lake can rest.
Now she gathers strength to face
November’s fearsome roar.
haiku lake dragons call out tracking their mates with a song freighters in the fog ********************************
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Joseph Neely, all rights reserved
The Occasional Poem 
Love it Joe!!!😃
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Thanks, Bill . . . that means a lot to me.
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Beautiful! I love the lake in August
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Yes, it’s in your genes! Thanks for leaving a comment.
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LOVE THE
HAIKU
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Joe. One of the best you have written. I thought ‘The Fool Calls for Civil War’ was your best but I can feel the wind and rain in this one.
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As always, too kind . . .
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