The Sun Spun Her Simplicity

Carolyn Riker
Nov 1 · 1 min read

{poetry}

August, 2018 by Carolyn Riker

The sun spun
a single thread
of solitude
over a fawn stained hill.

Sweeping the grasses
with a finely tuned
ocean of still.

Between the hedges
and sleepy clover,
regrets paused and
clarity candled
contemplation.

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Carolyn Riker

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Licensed mental health therapist, author, blogger and poet that favors coffee and is supervised by a large orange & white cat. www.carolynriker.com

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