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Breathless

Clouds hang low, muffling the maple-covered mountainside.
Fog rises from a saturated earth, weakly wetting a soft breeze.
Mist maintains the connection 'tween earth and eternity.

Within the gloom, where barren treetops scrap the sky, twigs green.
Hope springs with random bits of color to the opened mortal eye.
Soon, soon, a brighter pallet will appear, light will live. 

A gray day lies upon the wane and weary eye of morn.
Soon, wind-born blossoms wipe the cinders from the pale eye of sol,
melting the chill of fog and mist, warming the home of man.
  



First Published by Mused: BellaOnLine Literary Review 2015

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2016

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Robert Warlov Date: 10/20/2019 3:31:00 PM This strikes me as God's point of view- what men might make of such an inglorious morning Login to Reply Robert Warlov Date: 10/21/2019 11:51:00 AM ! Debbie Guzzi Date: 10/20/2019 3:44:00 PM Thank you for reading Robert

Jai Bankson Date: 5/24/2016 4:05:00 AM You must be a painter???If you say not then you should grab another brush!Thank you Jai Login to Reply

Funom Makama Date: 4/30/2016 2:20:00 PM Its been a while I visited.. I have also not been online for a while due to my work but I am back now and this piece is just the perfect start I need to come back home to my wonderful poetrysoup. This is amazing, beautiful and a high seven! Well done friend Login to Reply

Scott Thirtyseven Date: 3/4/2016 6:16:00 AM Wonderful rhythmical words, to an evocative photo. This is art. Login to Reply

Cona Adams Date: 2/26/2016 6:37:00 AM Nice one, Debbie. I could feel it. A foggy spring morning brings a feeling of being cocooned in the soft arms of God. Login to Reply

Mark Peterson Date: 2/25/2016 8:15:00 PM Sounds like late winter, early spring here in the Pacific Northwest. There are a thousand moods in your creation, and I enjoyed them all. Login to Reply

Sara Kendrick Date: 2/20/2016 2:28:00 PM Yes, that is about the way it is right now but spring is in the air..They said on Atlanta station that we have pine pollen.I thought that we have pollen but had not heard an official word..I have been feeling in my nose, throat, ears and eyes that there must be pollen around..Some of the daffodils are blooming which gives me hope of spring..Thanks for the visit o my blog if I have failed to say so..Sara..Soup mail soon. Login to Reply Debbie Guzzi Date: 2/20/2016 3:27:00 PM I'm glad some one is feeling spring but that pine pollen is sure hard on the breathing!

Kp Nunez Date: 2/5/2016 10:54:00 AM A real beaut, Deb. I think this is different from most of your writes in that I feel you're just enjoying the scenery here - fantastic imagery...no hidden metaphor or subliminal messages...no women's issue :-). Login to Reply Debbie Guzzi Date: 2/5/2016 11:46:00 AM It is true Kim, yet solely discriptive verse & verses about nature are not exciting to me anymore, no longer a challenge & I'm hearing more & more of the sites I'D LIKE to publishe me ask for something other than nature poems.

Elaine George Date: 2/3/2016 1:38:00 PM Breathless is the perfect title for this beautiful verse, Deb. Elaine Login to Reply

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis Date: 2/2/2016 6:06:00 PM Wonderful images I see. Congrats on pub of your gem. Login to Reply

Jan Allison Date: 1/31/2016 9:16:00 AM Congrats on your publication Debbie - your imagery is amazing - this poem could relate to my Island at the moment - I yearn for spring to brighten the dull grey days:-) hugs Jan xx 7 Login to Reply