Where Snow Angels Hadn’t Yet Tread

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Sparkling on the snow
of another morning's light
were crystals of hope
awaiting her hand to hold.

She knelt in the white
where snow angels hadn't yet tread
and grasped the life opportunity
she thought she'd lost.

Breathing in the cold,
she created a lingering cloud,
a past moment hovering near,
a reminder there was still time.

©November 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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