The shelter was a grey place where seasons barely changed. The sunlight came from loving people who found hearts to give us homes. We turned towards their light and that is what sustained us. We see this light today in others too, in every butterfly and every flower. It is this light that warms our faces in the wind. It is reflected in the wisdom of the stones. It is this light that binds the pack we walk with. We dip our pen in gratitude and love. We write to share the light that saved us.
grass turns to gold
memories of summer
dazzle the trail
© Xenia Tran
With love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
Camera: Panasononic Lumix FZ200, settings: iA, 1/400 s and Action, 1/800 s, ISO Auto.
Toni has invited us to share why we write the way we do at:
dVerse Poets Haibun Monday: Why?
Dutch Goes The Photo Tuesday Photo Challenge: Stones