leaves dancing
in a brisk breeze
on an almost-bare tree
are joyous at autumn’s wake
they tremble, ready
to be free, to sleep
with past seasons —
dying, they celebrate
the awakening of winter
—Terri Guillemets
Creativity Journal
Compensations for the cold
on a rainy day
watching winter’s last leaves fall
from my cozy bed
—Terri Guillemets
In loss still they dance!
the leaves all dance
to the same breeze —
but some flutter and some fall
some shiver and some sway —
and when a gust comes
they lose themselves —
but are no less beautiful
on the ground, where resting
they still yet dance, but free
—Terri Guillemets
Edacious
I eat bad poetry like a goat, and
eat good poetry like a gourmand.
—Terri Guillemets
Saguaro arms
a shrug, a hug
touchdown, letdown
waving, curling, sprouting
disco, vogue; praise, prayer
bird-pecked, green-specked
skeletonized, or multiplied
flower and fruity fingered
flipped, frail, or fallen off
perfected, nested, crested
—Terri Guillemets
Growing old
Minutes bloom
hours flower
seconds vine
through the hands
of time —
days hustle
weeks speed
decades scatter
in confetti’d years
—Terri Guillemets
WILD’ness
WILD
is beautiful
wild is free
wilderness is not
an empty canvas
for Man to do
what he will—
wilderness is
an already full canvas
painted by God
—Terri Guillemets
Hoofprints
Fortune is a centaur —
half man, half luck.
—Terri Guillemets
S.W.A.K.
Love letter: an inky heartprint.
—Terri Guillemets
Aglow
A writer’s aura is the color of ink.
—Terri Guillemets
Upside the head
Tea is good while reading dusty books. Coffee pairs well with shiny things and the real world.
—Terri Guillemets
Mindpaths
Poetry staggers, drunken but wise, amongst the stars.
Philosophy plots its own steady course to the sun.
—Terri Guillemets
I’m positive!
My veins are lined
with a velvet hope
My soul is electric
and lights with dreams
My mind is infinite
and buzzes with wonder
My heart, beyond alive,
gushes boundless love
My body is fragile
yet heals as if magic
My will is strong — it
dances with courage!
—Terri Guillemets