Here is a brief, bright poem for the spring equinox. Nature reminds me daily that it moves through its own rhythms regardless of human beings, and though that makes me feel very small sometimes, it …
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New poem, “Small Glories”
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Embracing a Helping Hand
Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, I had a new friend. I was humbled once again, by the way the universe works sometimes...
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Greeting the New Year
After all, it really is a day just like any other, except in what we make of it.
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New poem, “True North”
As the evening closes in, I’m contemplating the past – times both joyful and difficult- and thinking ahead to the coming new year, and new decade, really, and hoping it’s a great one for us …
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New short poem, “Open Canvases”
Thinking today about the landscape of Missouri where I grew up. I used to love the ever-changing palette of sky, so vast and easily visible in flat, open places like ones in the Midwest, where …
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New poem, “Morning Blooms”
One of the reasons to wake up early is watching the sun come up, especially when it so often turns gray these days. That low winter light, short as it may be, is all the …
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Winter In the Bones
Something in me had changed, it seemed, grown warmer and brighter with the coming cold and early dark.
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Short poem, “Keep Warm”
Exploring the thought I’ve always had about wanting to go dormant in the winter, and wake up anew in spring. But we don’t hibernate like the bears, unfortunately. So we must find the thing that …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Faces in the water
I went on an early winter hike today through the woods around Lake Bonita, a small lake on the outskirts of Moreau State Park. No boats, not even kayaks, are allowed there, though fishing is …
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Collecting a “Red Barn in Autumn”
Soon, all that will be left to me of the farmhouse and my life there will be my memories of it.
Jacqlyn Thorne 