The windows in my house paint
with sunlight and magic.
They treat the wall beside the door
as their canvas, casting spells
and flourishes of love heart red,
the sound of the sea blue,
verdant tomorrow green
and cloud thread gold.
All to remind me
as I leave home
that although the world
may not look as bright and as kind,
there will always be magic
for you to find.
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019