"Thrushart's September's Sun exemplifies the sharp clarity and simple elegance apparent in her body of work. This poem encourages the reader to create moments of heightened awareness in our everyday lives." - Jessica Weible, N/S Editor
leaving morning dew longer,
lingering to reveal the spider
deep in her lacy funnel
lined by luminous prismed drops
as countless as her eyes.
I walk to pick the morning’s herbs
and see the shining threaded webs
woven among the sorrel,
the bent bladed grass.
I step carefully.
How many times have I wrecked