In the gray light starlight,
 in the snow falling there,
 she knelt
 and cried tears of joy.

 A whisper for her own ear,
 a way,
 from here to there,
 her path to healing.

 It was the gift she’d bestow
 upon herself,
 kind words she’d never heard before.

 Beneath a winter’s night’s starlight
 her face lifted,
 she felt the warmth inside,
 and knew she was right.

 ©January 2021
 Christina Anne Hawthorne

About 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.
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