Night is filled with our loudest fears and a silent courage.
—Terri Guillemets
silence
Chilly bedtime thoughts
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
Windblown
The veil concealing truth gets windswept in the wee hours, revealing all to the silence of the night.
—Terri Guillemets
Juxtaposing
Spring blossoms flowers
Winter blossoms quietude
—Terri Guillemets
Sudden silence
The death of a loved one is a sudden silence — one of those deafening silences that leaves ringing in your ears.
—Terri Guillemets
Internal listening
If you can’t get quiet enough to hear yourself, your life is too loud.
—Terri Guillemets
Pitch
Night
— the quiet of solitude
— the silence of loneliness
—Terri Guillemets
Tempus nunquam dormit
Three A.M. is when
all the quiet things
become loud —
the drip in the sink,
that clock on the wall,
our hearts, our minds.
—Terri Guillemets