Night is filled with our loudest fears and a silent courage.
—Terri Guillemets
Night is filled with our loudest fears and a silent courage.
—Terri Guillemets
Winter is the slow-down
Winter is the search for self
Winter gives the silence we need to listen
Winter goes gray so we can see our own colors
—Terri Guillemets
the body is a clock —
bones tick and tock
years gather in flesh
an alarm set for death
—Terri Guillemets
Aging—
grayer shores
calmer deeper waters
—Terri Guillemets
The veil concealing truth gets windswept in the wee hours, revealing all to the silence of the night.
—Terri Guillemets
I love to kiss your lying lips —
when we love our honesty slips
but soul to soul is always true —
a love lie is truth in another hue
—Terri Guillemets
A clock is ticking
in my living room —
I never even noticed
that it makes noise —
my mind is ticking,
my heart is ticking.
Everything quiet
is audible at 3 a.m.
—Terri Guillemets
Midnight — the luller
Midnight — the advisor
Midnight — the fabulist
—Terri Guillemets
I am not a wing
but a feather —
I can’t fly, however,
all of us together
we can, by rising,
do almost anything!
—Terri Guillemets