Why does cold weather refresh old griefs?
More quiet for reflection?
Longer nights to lie awake?
Like citrus, grief is a winter fruit.
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Depending
Sometimes life gives honey
and other times, stings;
Sometimes we need roots—
and other times, wings.
Serenity & grace
when I fall into old age
let it be not a drunkenly
face-first tumble but rather
an autumn leaf gracefully
drifting from the tree —
or if we ascend into our
older years please let me
soar and not be flung
Saguaro arms
a shrug, a hug
touchdown, letdown
waving, curling, sprouting
disco, vogue; praise, prayer
bird-pecked, green-specked
skeletonized, or multiplied
flower and fruity fingered
flipped, frail, or fallen off
perfected, nested, crested
Plexus
we feel poetry and art
in the sensitive veins
that run through soul and
carry not blood but spirit
№ Panic
Breathe in so much gratitude that there’s no room for fear.
Winter’ish
In Phoenix, Jack Frost doesn’t nip — he just tickles.
Freedumb
To burn one book is to burn the entire library.
Greens & things
good health, yes, is partly genes
really though it’s more about greens
and other types of healthful things
Seasonal wisdom
learn from leaves
green is go —
yellow & red
slow down, stop
take time to rest
Sudden silence
The death of a loved one is a sudden silence — one of those deafening silences that leaves ringing in
Dark thoughts
how the nighttime looks
during a power outage
is how night should look
Zzzzzhakespeare
reading in my cozy bed, ridiculously late
words begin to slur and rhymes, to blear
my eyelids fight me — like a heavyweight
goodnight, sweet sleepy zzzzzhakespeare