Forever Summer

After the days have long drawn in upon themselves, and the White Witch has cast her somnambulant spell over Smallpeace, I will remember these things about summer in no particular order:


The heady, black pepper and anise scent of Ooms Pond; the fields of rough-stemmed Goldenrod, Purple Loosestrife, and Queen Anne’s lace;


the soundless Monarchs that accompany us on our morning walks, flashing their wings of colored glass; the rubber-boot squawk of the toads in frog pond;


the Bald Eagle soaring over Queechy Lake—yes, I’m sure that’s what we saw; and the ripe, ripe light of late August. Oh, the light.


About Smallpeace

Michele Karas is a poet, essayist, and longstanding professional copywriter, who currently works for a top-five US book publisher. Her poems and prose have appeared in literary journals, including Tinderbox, THRUSH, Alaska Quarterly Review, and Narrative magazine, among others. Michele holds a BA in Journalism from San Diego State University and an MFA in Creative Writing from CUNY, The City College of New York. Find her on Twitter @small_peace.
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2 Responses to Forever Summer

  1. Barbara says:

    So beautiful and what a wonderful place to find peace within a somewhat chaotic life.

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