Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. Ken is the Co-Editor of the new Poetry Anthology titled, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze" available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in Journals, Magazines and Blogs throughout the Web including: Indiana Voice Journal, Belle Reve Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes, Bewildering Stories and many others.
Winter storm of inglorious snow
finding a home in higher lands
melting to an harmonious tune
slowly cascading in icy rushes
granite rocks and rough water
telling tales of highland woes
journey to a bluish of oceans
from wood, swamp and glade
pious path of fearless doubts
wildflower's hum in rhymes
seers decree honored vows
life giving blood to all nature
reverent thoughts move along
scowls and frowns devoid here
beauty and mystique whisper
a mountain stream runs down.
Rainbow wings upon a terracotta roof
pink or yellow houses bright in the sun
chickens squawk as the lazy dogs nap
goats and pigs run awaiting their lunch
breezes from the harbor welcomed by all
fisherman along the beach cast for dinner
marshmallow clouds moving very slowly
island in my dreams, come talk for awhile.
Raindrops of falling magic
spatter upon a metal roof
melodious sleeping tunes
warm tea welcomes tired lips
fluffy pillow and comforter await
carry me to a restful fantasy
pup is fed and candles smolder
slide into dreams, cat at my feet.
To sleep, to sleep; the moon yawns.
the stars softly whisper adieu, adieu.
(First Published, Whispers of the Wind Blog)
leaf strewn empty lot
little children absent
numbers in color chalk
laughs from yesterday.
bike rack bent & twisted
fences missing and rust
kids watch from the steps
question looks, zero trust
police car resting, tireless
oak tree darkened by fire
windows smashed, silence
ode to those fallen, lifeless.
Impatiently waiting for twilight's final gasp
a Summer's heated feted night sings away
breezes of lightness bend grasses so softly
ducks needing rest, now land upon the bay
lighting a Camel and watch the smoke rise
into a star filled sky of a darkish purple haze
sitting on the porch as the small waves crest
while an airliner high in the sky heads east.
citronella is lit as mosquito's now swarming
a full moon reaches towards a nervous sky
drifting in thought like a misty fog passing
in a blink of an eye, candle wicks dance.
life brings to boil memories of time gone
years spent in poor health, minus wealth
as I've never been the most important thing
to friends or anybody, not even to myself.