Earth tilts toward Winter
My heart goes tilty too
The summer-fever cools
To a more reflective hue
—Terri Guillemets
Sunshine Journal
Enclosed
Our bodies were meant
for the sun, the rain,
the gusty winds,
starlight and moon baths,
fresh air and seasons —
So why do we trap ourselves
in indoor cages?
If we can’t hear the
birds chirp, feel the breezes,
how are we to be refreshed,
to heal, to know the world
beyond the borders
of our bodies?
—Terri Guillemets
October-blood
This time of year, October-blood
runs through the veins of autumn —
a slowing heartbeat, longer breaths
shorter days, golden light, scarlet leaves
warm hearts and sanguine thoughts
—Terri Guillemets
Feuille morte
dried crackling leaves —
though dead —
are never quite still
—Terri Guillemets
Blend & blur
Late winter and early spring blend and blur
in pleasant days and chilly nights,
penetrating sun and gentle cool breezes
with stirrings of life, subtle and green.
Mornings that light ever earlier rouse us, but
sunsets that still come in evening’s youth lull.
—Terri Guillemets
Desert winter departing
Early February in the desert—
The sun is springtime warmth
The breeze, winter’s leftovers
—Terri Guillemets
All kinds
tortoise clouds
barely crawling across the sky
hare clouds
drifting swiftly over our heads
chameleon clouds
changing every moment
borrowing colors from the sun
dragon clouds
breathing fire into the horizon
—Terri Guillemets
Waking welcome
Sun coaxing life
from the earth
with its warmth —
Grow, thrive, breathe
green things of the land
wake from your
winter’s nap and
joyously reach
for the spring—
Colors burst
into vibrant being
fresh fireworks
on verdant stems of life
—Terri Guillemets
Change is in the air
Yes!
the delightful serenity of an autumn breeze
colorful leaves meandering as they please
—Terri Guillemets
Stillness
a vast lawn of vibrant green grass —
one neon magenta bougainvillea flower
resting idly in the warm autumn sun
—Terri Guillemets
October’s Autumn
October’s Autumn
casts a gentle light
and a calm serenity
before the stark
barrenness of Winter
is born to November
—Terri Guillemets
Spring’s sure well-done over, at 100°
Poetic words flow out much better in pleasant climes
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, the self reflects well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words and numbs minds
—Terri Guillemets
Green grace
As the earth is tilting from winter to spring
Nature begins her grace of glorious green.
—Terri Guillemets