Barely knowing

Spring and summer come with a lush layer of foliage over reality, but when things start falling away in the autumn and get bare and stark in the winter we’re forced to look at things more as they really are, including ourselves.

—Terri Guillemets

City-desert nightwalk

early summer, late at night
pleasant sweet-smelling air
clouds veiling a half-lit moon
Scorpius crawling up the sky
tree-hid birds awake chirping
lone dog barking in its yard
startled stray cats darting
crickets playing insistent songs
quiet of people gone to bed
mellow breezes gently stirring
damp-grass lawns subtly cooling
street lights too brightly illuming
saguaro blooms softly glowing

—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

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