Poetic words flow much better in pleasant climes—
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, we self-reflect well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words & numbs minds!
seasons
Poem of the April Palo Verde
Yellow.
Freaking.
Everywhere.
The fall of October
October’s autumn
casts a gentle light
and a calm serenity
before the stark
barrenness of winter
is born to November
Windy winter night
snuggled into a warm cozy bed
weather wakes this sleepyhead
with a blustery December night
white clouds reflecting city light
cold drops fall fast and furious
a clattering house, mysterious
midwinter storms in and wails
frigid rain and whipping gales
December windows open
cold winter night wind
warms my soul but chills my bones
spring sleeps in the earth
Watching the April bottlebrush without spectacles
green & light shimmering
dancing in the sunlight
little red fuzzy flames
burn quietly in the breeze
mottled blue patches
of serene springtime sky
blaze beautifully behind
a lively bejeweled scene
medallions of shade and color
twinkle in the afternoon
a mama hummingbird hovers
with wings so fast, silence
is no longer golden — she is
the sounds of the winds
overtake my soul and
carry it far off into the skies
—Terri Guillemets
Ember
days in winter
fall so short —
as the sun sets
loneliness rises
Breathlessly beautiful
Autumn breathes in golden sunshine and breathes out a frosty chill.
Midwinter’s day
Halfway in — this loveliness called Winter, so soon — and halfway out, already.
Uplifting
when winter gets deep
into languishing hearts
poetry promises spring
Imperceptible
Under the giving snow blossoms a daring spring.
Winter rest
The earth tucked herself in for the year with winter’s frosty white blanket
Counterbalance
No matter how frustrating and scary everything else seems to be in this crazy world, at least there’s this: it’s pumpkin pie season!