The moon shines
into the dirty desert air
with a rusty opal halo —
Scorpius has lost his way
behind the thin clouds,
city glare, smoke, dust —
His heart shines in some far
better place — but not here
in this smoggy summer.
—Terri Guillemets
moon
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
Glow, shine, reflect
Moonlight is a beautiful and comforting reminder that the sun is still out there somewhere.
—Terri Guillemets
Glows & blossoms
The glow of the moon is poetry
The blossoming of flowers is poetry
The blossoming of woman is poetry
The glow of woman is poetry—
and even more so, because
the light comes from within.
—Terri Guillemets
Moonlit plum tree
the moon and plum tree
make flow’ry springtime shadows—
lovers of the night
—Terri Guillemets