Monday, October 3, 2016

Hard times melt & meld

Soul connections are often formed through the currents 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.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

You are your own gold star

Life doesn't hand out ribbons for best-lived. It's an internal decoration.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Weight of wings

If all a bird knows is flying
But one day on the edge of a rooftop
Realizes he's afraid of heights
Do his wings feel heavier
Does his brain swirl around
With the vertigo of fear—
And if all I've ever known
Is fear,
When I find inner peace
Will my soul grow wings?

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, June 4, 2016

A rough life is a real life

Life is rough. If it were smooth, we'd probably slide right through it without noticing. A bumpy ride teaches us gratitude and perspective.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, May 16, 2016

Sweeping changes

I'll use my broom as a paintbrush and as I try to clean up my life, beautify it too.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, March 12, 2016