Trees like a beating heart.
Life was noisy.
Snow fell, and the woods beckoned —
It’s quiet here. Come in.
Sure-footed, she blazoned forth.
Light slanted through the trees like a promise,
A golden haze whispered, Stay.
Standing beside three trees, red as beating hearts
She found a home inside herself.
Quiet to last a lifetime.
n.b. The photo came first. I wanted to see whether, not only could I write a story in exactly 50 words, but could I create that story inspired by the photo. I like a challenge. Thanks to the WordPress editors for this one. It took me nearly a week to do it. Hemingway, I am not.
