when the leaves fly
float, feather, flutter
off the autumn trees
i am in love with life
—Terri Guillemets
seasons
Spring out & in
Spring: the music of open windows.
—Terri Guillemets
Unreasonably warm in Phoenix
We live in an Arizona desert town
where winter is brown and green
and summer is green and brown
with 300 annual days of sunscreen
our autumn’s unreasonably warm
and springtime is mostly too hot
here we live for every rainstorm
and the seasons—well, they’re not.
—Terri Guillemets
Sage
October is fresh-faced April beautifully aged to wisdom.
—Terri Guillemets
Welcome, Winter
Welcome, Winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but
—Terri Guillemets
P.S. Thank you to all who let me know about King Features Syndicate and USA Today using this for their “Cryptoquote” on
Angles
The sun shines different ways in summer and winter. And we shine differently in the seasons of our lives.
—Terri Guillemets
Seasonal emotions
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.
—Terri Guillemets
Summer-nap
I drifted into a summer-nap
under the hot shade of July
serenaded by a cicadae lullaby
to drowsy-warm dreams
of distant thunder…
—Terri Guillemets
P.S. Thank you to everyone who let me know about USA Today and King Features Syndicate using this poem for their “Cryptoquote” on July 5th. It is quoted as: “I drifted into a
Soul warmth
Hot coffee and cold winter mornings are two of the best soul mates who ever did find each other.
—Terri Guillemets
Lit de mort coloré
Autumn leaves blaze their swan song of color and wait for Winter to wipe the slate clean.
—Terri Guillemets
Segue
Joyfully spring from the last breaths of summer and gracefully fall into winter.
—Terri Guillemets
Poetry of spring
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
The fight
Winter is a lean, scrappy fighter. Spring blossoms from the sweat of Winter’s brow.
—Terri Guillemets