A Morning Hour

A Morning Hour

A Poem by Fabian G. Franklin



Morning breaks with majestic light

Splintering sky with shards of pink

A sleeping child in sweet benevolence

Sighs and smiles in blissful dreams


Sun spills onto grass so gold

Only shadows and shade are green

Dew glistens at every threshold

In the forest and towering trees


The arachnid navigates his web

With sparkling skill and certainty

Plucking threads of a spiral harp

To rest; the center of symphony


In silent music of the dawn

The hare creeps nimbly cross the lawn

The owl ruffles feathers and nestles in

To quiet her long night's questioning


A robin chirps; pacing to and fro

Dainty head tilted at a delicate turn

Listening for breakfast in earth below;

Perhaps a bug or wandering worm


The mockingbird finds blasphemy

In a morning with only silent song

And begins his endless repertoire

Shrill and trills both loud and long


And so begins this wondrous day;

Familiar yet somehow different

And now I kneel and softly pray

God, thank You for this hour spent

© 2017 Fabian G. Franklin

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My heart smiles with joy and tears with longing. My father was gone before I was old enough to remember, and I have always felt a lacking due to his absence. No matter how old I get, I always yearn for him and the moments that we should have shared. I would have been so different with such memories to fill my heart.

My favorite lines:

"The arachnid navigates his web
With sparkling skill and certainty
Plucking threads of a spiral harp
To rest; the center of symphony"

Posted 1 Month Ago

Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

Thank you. I only hope I'm around long enough for this little one to remember me. She's my world; a .. read more
I agree my friends. Days with the family. The real gold of a life. Thank you for sharing the beautiful photo and the words of wisdom. Thank you Fabian for sharing your amazing poetry.

Posted 1 Month Ago

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Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

Thank you for reading. This is the joy of my life here. She caught her first fish that morning. She .. read more

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Fabian G. Franklin
Fabian G. Franklin

Boone, NC

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