just like trees
my life is a mix—
seasonal change
and evergreen
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Venules
Passion does not study anatomy in books.
Cry it out
When you allow the tears to flow out, you’re allowing relief and hope and faith and all sorts of good things to come in.
Alone in the city
my heart is dying
for this gambel’s quail crying
lovesick for a mate
It’s staggering
Evolution: that last step was a doozy!
Looking forward
If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.
Inferno
menopause is dry
as wood chips but it’s kindling
for warm winter fires
From the library to the park
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a
Slipping
one by one the trees they fall
and before you know it, the forest
Glorious
imagine how many glorious winters and springs
the stars from their celestial perches have seen—
Hard life, good life
Life can be hard, but if you’ve got somebody to love — Yay!
Desert winter storm
tiny icy hail
falls slantwise through streaming sun
melting to rainbow
Explanatory
LIFE
is an artist insane
painting his way
with the world…