I hear it
through the whispering pines-
winter's song
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About Me
- Kristin Riggs
- I have had a passion for the written word, especially poetry, from an early age. I am first and foremost a child of God-a thankful recipient of His grace. I am also a mother, a teacher, a singer,and an overall music lover. I call the beautiful southern United States home, and growing up and raising my family here has shaped who I am in many ways. I believe that life- with its various emotions, experiences, trials, and joys-is a gift from my Heavenly Father. As a poet, I hope that my work expresses this. "My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him." -Psalm 62:1 Some of my poetry has been published in the online journals Simply Haiku and Notes from the Gean.
The pines do have a way of whispering ...love this one Kristin.
ReplyDeleteAnd hasn't she been singing a lot lately?
ReplyDeletecold sounds
ReplyDeletesoftened by the snow
a crow.
__So good to find a new posting, I hope all is well! _m
A haunting haiku - I lovit...
ReplyDeleteWinter is singing again today as I write.
ReplyDeleteLovely haiku.
Adelaide
a creative haiku kristin
ReplyDeletesuch a beautiful song, a song drenched in a fragrance of pine - the memories flood my thoughts, trekking through the northwestern wilderness of maine
Bittersweet Memory
A young man in a woolen coat of red,
Snowshoes, walking stick, and pulling a sled
Across the deep snow to mountain range
Here in the city I seem mighty strange.
I’m living in the city to make my mark
And the fullness of nature seems so dark
And how far away I begin to feel
Bittersweet memory my soul must heal.
I can see forest of mountains and streams
Looking back into the freshness of dreams
A life with nature, animals, and birds
All given up for money, deeds, and words.
Inspiration seen in a frozen land
Is having a small bird eat from your hand
Inspiration that last without a cost
Bittersweet memory never be lost.