Autumn birds speak cheerful poetry from their berry-stained beaks. – Terri Guillemets
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn birds speak cheerful poetry from their berry-stained beaks. – Terri Guillemets
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity. – Terri Guillemets
Pressure cranks and presses Life, squeezing out essence of self, aromatic with bittersweet memories, pungent adversities, and the honey-musk of desire — the vapors hover over our inkpots, and if we pick up the feather it becomes our poetry. – Terri Guillemets