After the rain the river is in spate and we hear her gurgle through the glen from a higher, drier trail. Every now and then we see her glitter through the trees. The birch are scattering golden leaves, the heather is turning brown. The autumn air feels both earthly and spiritual when we hear the elements speak.
the prayer beads
she left me
© Xenia Tran
Wishing you all a happy Monday and a peaceful new week,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
The above haiku (without the prose) was first published in Troutswirl – The Haiku Foundation Blog, Haiku Dialogue: Finding Peace and Contemplation – in the Great Outdoors – among mountains, 18 August 2021. A warm-hearted thank you to guest-editor Marietta McGregor for selecting my poem and the team at Troutswirl for putting this beautiful edition together.
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