My soul rests like unblemished snow
at times, fresh from leaden skies,
blanketing the cold earth smoothly,
white, shining, and so very clean,
untouched by any fallen footprints.
But always I must step forward,
breaking through such perfection,
cracking the crust, only an illusion,
covering the rough truth of life beneath.
I realized this is my first post and poem I’ve shared in a quite awhile. It was a busy summer and fall being outside in the garden, and taking my walks and runs (which I am enjoying even more now) around my neighborhood. But as the reality of winter finally settles in with the coming solstice and another season of pandemic precautions approaches, I find myself turning inward again to writing and art as usual. This poem arrived today along with a bit of snow, just enough to move me with the beauty all around.
I've never really liked labels, I am this, I am that. But in the interest of introducing myself, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, home makeover aficionado, movie buff, practicing yogi, and aspiring world traveler. I think that's a pretty good list for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.
Jacqlyn Thorne 