Sorting

Tires tracing the paved network
on the way to retrieve pieces of my life
while I bid farewell to the mountaintop winter
and the spring landscape came alive.

A weary me near Columbus, Montana where I wrote the poem in my head. Nearly 1000 miles behind me and several hundred left to go.

A weary me near Columbus, Montana where I wrote the poem in my head. Nearly 1000 miles behind me and several hundred left to go.

My destination, shadowed times didn’t spoil,
for there were too many blessings to remember,
and as my weary self pondered a lifetime’s artifacts
it was the heartfelt tokens I treasured.

Escaping, I drove where the past couldn’t go
though memories survived,
and as I left behind the familiar and headed home
I realized I’d silenced the pain and kept the love alive.

©April 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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About Ontyre Passages

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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