After Dream

Photo: CA Hawthorne
Photo: CA Hawthorne
 A spell she knew well
lingered as spring perfume
in the aftermath of insight.
It wafted in the glade of self,
her secluded place,
her after-dream,
where her truth
wasn't what it seemed.

Walking in the stream's course
was a truth she'd not lose
on her way to embraced vulnerability
and a heart's desire.
Cold caressed her feet,
the stream a dream
where she embraced the longing
so long restrained.

©April 2022
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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