Butterflies dot springtime with flitting airy kisses.
—Terri Guillemets
Butterflies dot springtime with flitting airy kisses.
—Terri Guillemets
Springtime is a poet —
the blue sky its blank page
so vibrant green in rhyme
a different metre for every clime
birds chirping to keep the time
wildflowers yellow, red, purple divine
words dancing on tall blades of grasses
sparkling in the morning dews
no commas the flow keeps buzzing
vernal dashes & blossoming branches
on newly greening verdant trees
refrains whispering in each breeze
butterflies — floating apostrophes
ladybugs dot floral question marks
blissful bees stray stanza to stanza
seeds disperse from verse to verse
continuing a poem that’s never ended
and into summer’s colors is blended
—Terri Guillemets
earth dreams of spring
in her winter slumbers
she dozes on and off —
then trembles wide awake
a silent green earthquake
—Terri Guillemets
Spring translates earth’s happiness into colorful flowers.
—Terri Guillemets
You need special shoes for hiking — and a bit of a special soul as well.
—Terri Guillemets
winter and spring overlap at the seams—
chilly breezes and warm green dreams!
—Terri Guillemets
Many things happen rain or shine, but rainbows are so special they happen
—Terri Guillemets
campfire flames kiss the night
stars in distant skies blaze bright
ghost story whispers all affright
rustling sounds just out of sight
—Terri Guillemets
Lightning dances —
Thunder applauds her!
—Terri Guillemets
Birdsong: a branch of music.
—Terri Guillemets
Autumn is Spring turned antique.
—Terri Guillemets
they never stand still—
but they’re not
in a hurry either
—Terri Guillemets
The best part of happiness is the pines.
—Terri Guillemets