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Winter Morning Fog

Winter Morning Fog

A Poem by Fabian G. Franklin
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Down mining roads and winding trails

Fog rubs the trees like an old bear

Dark fingers raise tattered veils

Against winter chill and frosty air

 

Branches; black fingers in solemn prayer

Filtering blue through canopy

They once bore leaves with tender care

Now shrouded white and empty

 

Dreaming pink buds of spring, they hang

Waiting on the warmth that brings life

When butterflies flew and bright birds sang

Piercing ghostly halos like a knife

 

The fog is not a blanket of death

But the rising warmth of mother earth

She exhales a chilly frozen breath

Carrying dreams of green rebirth

 

Strange, green, lingering memories

Charades of forest once so clothed

Perhaps the fog is remembering

Summers travelers on mountain roads

 

Peace beneath the covering mist

A quiet reverence as in church

Upon each tree the fog has kissed

Settles silence, poised and perched

© 2019 Fabian G. Franklin


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dear Fabian... a lovely poem about the Fog...
remembering summer travelers on mountain
roads... I remember many trips where Fog was
difficult to drift... "the rising warmth of Mother Earth"
is very true... best to wait in a safe place... on the
side of the road far away... truly, Pat


Posted 2 Days Ago


This is a very well rhymed offering with many unique images. Though not overtly religious, I detect a certain degree of spirituality in it. It is as though all nature in this winter scene is part of a great oneness, with the various elements not competing, but cooperating to see each other through the cold. Well done.

Posted 6 Days Ago


Fabian G. Franklin

6 Days Ago

Thank you my friend. The Spirit moves in everything and seemingly in a mixture of synchronicity and .. read more
This represents my favorite time of day … early morning just as the sun is rising up on the Blue Ridge Parkway at Otter Creek. The air is fresh and crisp, the fog hovering and rolling across the water, and ducks walking along the water's edge. It is the most beautiful blend of solitude in the world. Well penned!

Posted 1 Week Ago


Fabian G. Franklin

1 Week Ago

Thank you my friend. I appreciate your kind words. I've always had an affinity for rain and fog. :)
great job says i! the imagery enfolds me ..(i love the fog) we get it in the hollers all year from time to time .. so easy .. your rhyme and rhythm ... trimmed and singing like sails in the wind ;) the perspective of fog as a substance of warming as well as the cooling is unique and creative .. wish i had thought of it ;) and fog remembering summer travelers ... brilliant says i ... simply brilliant :))))))))))) soglad i did not miss this one .. its a keeper
E.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Fabian G. Franklin

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much for the wonderful review. When a fellow writer or poet say I wish I had written th.. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Week Ago

;)......................
this can make us see Fog in a whole new light...
"the rising warmth" as opposed to the "blanket of death"
i love the personification....the fog kissing the trees...the fog remembering the fullness of the trees...now bare, nude, so to speak.
j.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Fabian G. Franklin

1 Week Ago

Thank you Jacob. I love fog and rain and Autumn and the turning weather and the mountains...it's all.. read more
Makes me want to take a winter walk. There seems no better more peaceful time and you can see and hear you breath, that in and of itself is a miracle. Really good my friend!

Posted 1 Week Ago


Fabian G. Franklin

1 Week Ago

Thank you my friend. Much appreciated as always. Bless.

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Added on November 3, 2019
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Fabian G. Franklin
Fabian G. Franklin

Boone, NC



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