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

Year-round gratitude

Spring is being blessed and happy,
      with blooming flowers.
Summer is being blessed and hot,
      with abundant sunshine.
Autumn is being blessed and reflective,
      with colored leaves.
Winter is being blessed and chilly,
      with sparkling snow.

—Terri Guillemets

P.S. Thank you to Kaori Ogawa who turned this poem into beautiful artwork titled “Four Seasons,” which was displayed at the Filoli Garden Inspirations Calligraphy Exhibit in California. The art was chosen to be featured on the publicity postcard for the event. —tg, 2017

Falling up

Autumn is springtime in reverse.

—Terri Guillemets

P.S.  Thank you to OprahDaily.com for including this in their slideshow Quotes That’ll Make You Long for Autumn. —tg, 2019