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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