early February in the desert—
the sun is springtime warmth
the breeze, winter’s leftovers
—Terri Guillemets
winter
Memories shiver
Why does cold weather refresh old griefs?
More quiet for reflection?
Longer nights to lay awake?
Like citrus, grief is a winter fruit.
—Terri Guillemets
November storm
first cold-weather storm of the season
yellow leaves flying off windy trees
birds pecking out a last-minute snack
sudden rain pelting shivering shrubs
—Terri Guillemets
Muted striations
sand-dust with cream
intensely mauve’d rust
velvety blue-grey-indigo
layers of early winter’s
desert dawn horizon
—Terri Guillemets
October’s Autumn
October’s Autumn
casts a gentle light
and a calm serenity
before the stark
barrenness of Winter
is born to November
—Terri Guillemets
Green grace
As Earth sways us from winter to spring
Nature begins her grace of glorious green
—Terri Guillemets
Seamless
the vibrant green-yellow-pink blossom-life of spring
the watery-blue radiant sunshine-breath of summer
the metallic-earth-toned glowing-decay of autumn
the grey-white holly-festive slow-motion of winter
—Terri Guillemets
Winter lullaby
The earth tucked herself in for the year with winter’s frosty white blanket
—Terri Guillemets
It’s coming
It’s peeking ’round the corner,
playing hide and seek —
I see its icy fingers,
a frost’d rosy cheek.
Autumn’s air is chilling
Warmth no longer lingers
The wild things are stilling
Colors mute and leave.
—Terri Guillemets
Chilly bedtime thoughts
Winter is the slow-down
Winter is the search for self
Winter gives the silence you need to listen
Winter goes gray so you can see your own colors…
—Terri Guillemets
Welcome, Winter
Welcome, Winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but
—Terri Guillemets
Soul warmth
Hot coffee and cold winter mornings are two of the best soul mates who ever did find each other.
—Terri Guillemets
The fight
Winter is a lean, scrappy fighter. Spring blossoms from the sweat of Winter’s brow.
—Terri Guillemets