Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves. – Terri Guillemets
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season. – Terri Guillemets

Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves. – Terri Guillemets
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season. – Terri Guillemets
Let your working ideas go for a picnic — sometimes the fresh air and ant bites are just what they need. Many great ideas were bitten a little at the beginning. – Terri Guillemets
An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets