visited by
an ache I can't name-
winter moon
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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.
We all gets these mysterious aches. Nice post Kristin...
ReplyDeleteWell, I guess it's flowing, all right. This is a beauty.
ReplyDelete__I sure feel this; this, a true haiku... lovit, Kristin. _m
ReplyDeleteFrank, Bill, and Doug...Thank you all for your kind words, gentlemen. They mean a lot coming from the three of you!
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
Kristin
I'm not a poet....but I always enjoy whatever you post. Your side picture is lovely!
ReplyDeletei think those aches swirl around the twirling globe. very very nice Kristin
ReplyDeleteThank you, friends. :)
ReplyDeleteThey start early, don't they, those mystery aches?
ReplyDeleteAdelaide
Melancholy and lovely.
ReplyDeleteAdelaide
O som entrecortado de tuas escolhas linguísticas enriqueceu ideia. Parabéns!
ReplyDeleteThe staccato (interrupted) sound of your language choices enriched the idea. Greetings!