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}