Walking in the Rain

Walking in the Rain

A Poem by Fabian G. Franklin



Morning rain cool as mountain streams
Washing cheeks of dawn; baptizing the day
A bird rustles his feathers; indignant upon a limb
Refusing to sing while the sky churns grey

Clouds came to earth; crept round fallen logs
Over the grass and bumped against little hills
Cars peered deep into the mist with yellow eyes
Fog spreading like a blanket across the chill

Like fingers of the sea that reach cross sand
A breeze came stirring through cauldron clouds
The potion of the pot bubbling cross the land
Wrapping the world in silver shrouds

Tree frog sings out to his mate; an egret grew alert
Standing in shallows among lily pads
Swish of highway traffic unobserved
Cones of electric sunshine as they pass

Dark figure moves through curtains of mist
Content with grey of day, along the bridge, slow
The egret flew, his broad wing; a sweeping kiss
I reach and almost touch him; just a shadow

© 2017 Fabian G. Franklin

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A wonderful journey in your words my friend. I liked the long walks into the park and by the lake. Time to reflex and think. Thank you Fabian for sharing the amazing poetry.

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Fabian G. Franklin

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Thank you for reading. I used to enjoy walking a great deal more than today. My legs are getting old.. read more
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I still walk. I need the calmness of the lake and nature. You are welcome my friend.

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Fabian G. Franklin
Fabian G. Franklin

Boone, NC

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