STACKING FIREWOOD
Summer evenings stretch out
with all the time we need
for trimming and planting,
and summer evenings allow
for less vital projects, too,
conceived and begun only
because there is time to dream
in warm unhurried summer.
But comes a night in August
when the sky darkens early
and we hurry inside to search
for a sweater last seen in April
and the only projects that matter
prepare us for the coming storm.
I had a different August-themed poem chosen for this week, but early this evening I got chilled and dug through my dresser to find a long-sleeve cotton shirt. For obvious reasons I then thought of this poem. Another sign of what’s to come . . . acorns are falling all over the lane at the end of our driveway.
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A New Poem Every Monday
(tho’ sometimes life gets in the way)
Joseph Neely, all rights reserved
The Occasional Poem 
How true! School supplies are vanishing from the shelves!
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Yes Joe I feel it coming 😎
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Beautifully written, Joe. It gave me the August at-the-lake feels.
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Agreed!
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“Warm unhurried summer” says a lot.
Still a few weeks away in Missouri before we need the long sleeves in the evening.
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Yes, brutal hot out there from what I hear . . . I have a son in Little Rock. Good to hear from you.
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Not bad today–80 with lower humidity.
Nice to hear from you.
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Lovely. Thank you.
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It’s a beautiful time of year and you’ve captured it well with these lovely lines.
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Hi Joe, Today had the 2nd cool morning in a row. It was nice working outside and not having to keep my hanky handy for wiping the sweat off my face all day. Falling acorns make me think of bow hunting in the fall. Kenny
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I was up north until yesterday and on Wednesday night it was as if fall decided to come in. Big wind and waves, cold rain, even a few maples starting to turn. I loved it, of course, and hope to upload a video to YouTube (will notify you and others here and on FaceBook when I do so). My favorite line in literature is from The Great Gatsby, when Jordan Baker says, “Life starts all over when things get crisp in the fall.”
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