The Gentle Breeze

Photo: CA Hawthorne
Photo: CA Hawthorne
She'd not chase painful zephyrs,
their destinations circling,
they lied,
hid their nowhere intentions,
like her troubles running a track.

Cross-legged in stillness,
eyes fluttering towards closed,
a reminder
to not give chase,
to instead let worries pass through.

Let them wash over,
not as a strong wind,
but as a gentle breeze caressing,
and after
the lone air moving was her breath.

©January 2023
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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