Thursday, June 1, 2017




Snail trails go round in a spring garden;
warmer breezes beget greening grasses;
lichen and moss cover the old stone wall,
I swear a baby squirrel ran by just now.
Crows are back in their murder covens.
The songbirds are here; more return daily.
Smells of the forest still musty and damp
from winter’s blanket of icy crispy leaves.
Ice sheets have melted away as geese
happily swim throughout coolish waters.
It won't be long before tadpoles and turtles
from the ole Mississippi will happily join them.
A puff on the pipe, and a sip from the flask,
take out the sketch pad from my canvas bag.
Time to capture, using a charcoal black,
moments in time on this springtime day.


Sleep with stars orbiting your mind
bees nap while dreaming of flowers.
Old rooster sits upon the barn roof
a clear view of the fields of fantasy.
Back porch light attracts VW Bugs
moon but a sliver of icy humble pie.
Illusion of literality with fruitfulness
rise from the feather bed for coffee.
Field mouse dines on feta cheese
the alarm clock's spring has sprung
morning glows in a very special way
a burnt orange, with purple and reds.
Rooster now crows and all are awake
the old farm whispers upon the breeze.
Stories are told of lives come and gone
sitting on the porch, breakfast is ready.
Eggs, sliced ham and fried potatoes
coveting an idiom of humanity rising.


I want to travel home to my beautiful island
where turquoise waters soothe an injured soul.
Listen and you will hear the jungles singing
songs from the past as ghostly drums echo.
Whispers dancing from hills and valleys
to giant palms and those tall rocky cliffs.
The white sand beaches wrap around the island,
birds and small animals scatter and run about.
Searching tidal pools for tidbits or small meals
those beautiful egrets lift off into the warm breeze.
I'm ready to travel home to the beauty of my island
where the turquoise waters welcome my lost soul.


KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD is a published poet from New Hampshire, USA who now resides in Oklahoma. He has been nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cat Willa. Ken's new book, "The Cellaring", a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through He is the co-editor of two poetry anthologies, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze and Dandelion in a Vase of Roses available from

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