a new day doesn’t mean
forgetting yesterday
but simply letting it go
not to dwell in memories
but to cherish each one
as it pops up and surprises us
and then release it with a smile
the birds are singing of now
our hearts are beating the present
the past is a muted background
enhancing our right-now seize-it life
dawn is painting the picture of today
she invites us to live beautifully —
be the artist of your own soul
—Terri Guillemets
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
sand-dust with cream
intensely mauve’d rust
velvety blue-grey-indigo
layers of early winter’s
desert dawn horizon
—Terri Guillemets
swirls of light
as morning blazed alive
the darkness left
—Terri Guillemets
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014,
Tea is good while reading dusty books. Coffee pairs well with shiny things and the real world.
—Terri Guillemets
Morning isn’t just the sun coming up anew over the horizon — you are, too.
—Terri Guillemets
I don’t party at night with alcohol. I party hard in the morning with coffee and oatmeal.
—Terri Guillemets
Dawn is opportunity opening the door to a new day.
—Terri Guillemets
Welcome, Winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless.
—Terri Guillemets
I will get a great night’s sleep. I will wake up refreshed and ready for a serene and productive day. I am happy. I have energy. I am energy. I am brave. I respect life and nature, and I respect my body and mind.
—Terri Guillemets
Hot coffee and cold winter mornings are two of the best soul mates who ever did find each other.
—Terri Guillemets
Autumn mornings: sunshine and crisp air, birdsong and calmness, year’s end and day’s beginnings.
—Terri Guillemets
I tuck my dreams into the morning
for safekeeping ’til tonight
and tell myself a daybreak story
to shine my rising spirit bright
—Terri Guillemets