Summers long ago

The voices across the fields

mostly quieted.

A few low sounds of cows

and frogs and a faraway laugh of a woman

at the window doing dishes.

.

Her skies were open and dark

with bits of light reaching her

like summers from long ago.

.

Looking at the night sky

embers from the fire blending with stars,

a sparkly soup of millions

of laughs and cries and shouts

forming bears, birds, and chariots.