Reinventing Herself

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
In a night
when the air
was crisp,
the moon
full,
and the
leaves gathering
she saw
her future,
not because
it'd appeared,
but because
she'd made it happen.

It was the end,
not of
an aging life,
but a phase,
and there'd
been many
in her life,
this night, too,
a beginning
because she'd
keep reinventing herself
so long
as she lived.

©October 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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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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