Carol Raisfeld

Filling Summer

I remember the bliss of childhood. The hour-less afternoons when a green field was eternity. Hip deep in goldenrod and milkweed, shoulder to shoulder with thistle, I was somehow lulled by the drone, hum and buzz of fat bumble bees and dragonflies with stained-glass wings … and I loved the lady bugs for company.

Low to the ground, fairy species like lacewings, skippers, dusting clover and more ladybugs on the underside of leaves. Inhabitants of the field were usually sleepy and cool in the morning, energized by noon.

My sense of time was where the sun was, how hot and how high, when the rhythms of adulthood did not yet exist.

heat lightning
our old rockers creak
on cue

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About the Author

Carol Raisfeld lives in Atlantic Beach, New York. The winner of international awards and an anthologized poet, her art and photography appear worldwide in print and online journals.

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