outside,
the scent of freshly-cut grass
reminds me
that I'm still the same
inside
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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.
nothing to do with anything; always the same inside and sure to get back there- good tanka, Kristin :)
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika
A very nice juxtaposition of images, Kristin. No matter how old we get we are still the same inside...
ReplyDeleteA nice spring tanka.
ReplyDeleteSo enjoyed this, Kristin,
ReplyDeleteHope life is going wonderfully for you!
Margie (on my hubby's computer today)
Ah... that sweet smell of grass... as it has forever been, and as you remain.
ReplyDelete_m
Glad to hear it, Kristin.I like the way this moves from the outside to the inside.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful aroma, that fragrance of freshly cut grass. Well said.
ReplyDeleteAdelaide