The warmth of sunrise came with the weather change, the storm’s demise blowing back her mane. Years struggling fell behind her, galloping in the drying rain, her mount’s gaze upon the future, no stride in vain. Her faith in humanity restored, her optimism regained, she dismounted on the run and embraced Hope so long detained. ©August 2018, January 2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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.