Monday, March 20, 2017

Springfall

a seed, conceive
to sprout, we're born
a leafy green new life
trunk and roots, further sunk
nourished, loved, great height
full, vibrant, ripe
moulting, colours, beauty
the crown of wit
autumnal slant of light
mellow, wilt, decay
bare branches, skeleton buds
frost without a fight
repose, accept, goodbyes

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Infinitas per æternitas

Love is in my bones —
it's in my blooms and
in my spilled-red blood;
lust is in my perfumed flesh,
desire-poems in my skull.
How many kisses have I
in my primal fervent lips;
how much pristine rainbow'd
faith in my life-worn soul?

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Warmth at winter sunrise

pink roses and gold glitter
barbed wire, withering vines
green hummingbirds, lark nests
avalanches and earthquakes —
Yep, life is like that.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Let every blessing strengthen you

You can't count the bad things that happen. They don't count against life. They are life. Only count the good things. Let every blessing strengthen you.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Coffee meditation

I am grateful for the silence of winter mornings, for the beauty and wonder of the glint of sunlight in frost melting to dew, for the early-riser's peaceful solitude that sets a mood of thankfulness, hope, and calm for the dawning day.

And to enhance these cherished and chilly morning moments with steaming hot coffee is a happiness I never take lightly. My good fortune in having the almost-daily opportunity fuels my gratitude even before the first sip and intensifies the flavor, warmth, and the close-my-eyes-to-savor-completely experience. Wrapping my hands around the warm mug, and inhaling, and drinking sip by sip — it is a gentle, calming, invigorating, aromatic, caffeinated meditation.

There's just something about cold mornings and hot coffee that awakens our hearts and brings Time to a crawl, until our mugs are empty then it lightning-bolts off into the waiting day.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, October 3, 2016

Hard times melt & meld

Soul connections are often formed through the high voltage of adversity.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, September 2, 2016

Autumnus opus

Autumn doesn't always promise that Winter will come, but she works hard until every colored leaf has reached its destination.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Window poems

The best rainy evening dilemma: chamomile or earl grey.

—Terri Guillemets

Dancing in August rain

It was a messy, whipping, every-which-direction, cold drops in warm air, big-splattered summer rain.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, August 22, 2016

Morning solitude

To me, an open window is good company, like the burning candle of Lichtenberg.

—Terri Guillemets

"Man loves company even if it is only that of a small burning candle." ~Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742–1799)

Monday, August 8, 2016

The falling is mutual

Light understands the colors of Autumn, and she loves him for it.

—Terri Guillemets

In the autumn wood

green-veined leaves suddenly blushing copper
bronze-edged trees swaying in autumn breezes
gold foliage drifting past pewter branches baring all
brass-hued leaflets dying in beauty, falling in grace

—Terri Guillemets

{summer petals to autumnal metals}

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Counting Up

First three decades time's a hero
Then stops suddenly all the fun
Forty-two is a stranger new
But life is like a grand old tree
Strong yet flexible at the core
Roots ever deepening to stay alive
At this age there's no real fix
Just patches is all, 'til heaven
Although it still be not too late
So let the autumn soul shine
Breathe and let thy life go zen.

—Terri Guillemets

Summation: Aging is integral to life.