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The time for frost has not arrived, the morning sunlight’s dampened
by the chill of evening dew, the grass still grows though slowly now.

Within, chill copper pipes ping, once again breaking the silence of night.
The field mice come unwelcomed to their winter nests inside my walls.

Morning glories, mere days ago abundant now shiver in the shade.
Dropped seed must wait until the springtime’s sun to rise, to grow.

Clothes in closets all packed high, shelves to ceiling, must topple down.
Release the felted wool, the flannel bright, the knitted sweaters of Iona.

The pumpkins wait impatiently upon a field of green, crisped, vines.
Still connected to the prickling twine and fan like leaves, the blossoms fail.

And, I reflect within a picture perfect room, of what has been and what is.
The light of day’s a graying tone of mourning, whose length slowly fades away. 



First Published in Eunoia 4/6/14

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/3/2019 12:32:00 AM
The juxtaposition and obverse actions of the morning glories and closet clothes suggests a replacement of their colors. Very nice.
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 11/3/2019 7:11:00 AM
thank you Robert
Date: 7/20/2016 5:13:00 AM
thanks. I really enjoyed reading that.
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Date: 1/31/2016 4:44:00 PM
Wow! This is a beautiful picture of a New England autumn! Like Keith said, very atmospheric. Well done. And thank you for stopping to read me. Sorry for the delay in answering, I've been very busy editing early poems. BTW corn flakes are not a favorite breakfast cereal, I prefer hot oalmeal with honey and cinnamon. / W
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 1/31/2016 5:40:00 PM
me too!
Date: 11/28/2015 6:48:00 AM
And so they should have published this wonderful write. This piece of poetry, which you have imbued with it's own soul.
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Date: 11/25/2015 3:01:00 PM
Richly descriptive and atmospheric... I was captured by every line. Each has it own distinctive meaning, and together they form a wonderful tapestry of the world at autumn time. Superb Debbie! Best wishes, Keith :) a 7
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Date: 11/22/2015 3:57:00 PM
Beautiful writing. Congrats for the magazine publication!
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Date: 11/22/2015 1:26:00 PM
Debbie, this is a beautifully-worded, moving poem. Talk about mice in the walls! At times I've thought I'd have to move out of my house. The little devils get in there and die. Janice
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Date: 11/16/2015 8:03:00 PM
Time - the great mystery. Pythagoras said "Time is the stream I go fishing in". Bittersweet work here. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 11/13/2015 12:44:00 AM
Lovely wistful piece, Debbie, and very atmospheric. Viv x
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Date: 11/9/2015 8:45:00 AM
Enjoyed reading beautiful write. Hugs Eve
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