My soul tenderly ajar. {poetry}

C. Riker

C. Riker

I had to find the rim of morning. I held my mug dearly. Pressed against my heart. Between the space of gray and mist, I felt my soul tenderly ajar. A song came from the curve of a mossy land. The clouds freed of rain for a few; tender in appearance, tenacious in survival, the pink pendulous flowers sang softly, “Lean into the symbiosis of nature and you’ll find comfort to hold you.”


About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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