the day—storm charged glowers
a bruised sky shutters over a shedding
maple forests bleeding maroons and
citrus hues
I worry a nail. Rain begins to pelt
the windshield—wind-loosened
butterscotch bits hopscotch across the
tarmac
the scene an impressionist dream
a watercolor wash of leaving—too soon
the mountain will be monochrome
a scratch board
though pine and spruce will punctuate
with pricks of blue-blackish green
no longer will I walk barefoot
on the lawn
Deborah Guzzi writes full time. Her third book, The Hurricane, is available through Prolific Press. Her poetry appears in Allegro, Artificium, Shooter, Amethyst Review and Foxglove Journal in the UK, Existere, The Ekphrastic Review, Scarlet Leaf Review and Subterranean Blue Poetry, Canada – Tincture, Australia – mgv2>publishing, France – Cha: Asian Review, China – Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Australia – The Scarlet Leaf Review – Greece, Ribbons, pioneertown, Sounding Review, Bacopa Literary Review, The Aurorean, Liquid Imagination, The Tishman Review, Page & Spine and others in the USA.
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