Quiet Time – A Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Meadow with Brooke, Medfield, Massachusetts – Robert Lewis Reid

Poetry by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Wing beats echo across the stillness of the pond;

stirring mixed passions as summer fades away.

Warmth of the sun once greeted me from beyond.

Now the crispy mists are here to start my day.

Trees now blossom with colorful leaves of Fall,

we watch them slowly soar down to earth;

squirrels now scurry along the old stone wall;

stashing acorns for food during winter’s mirth.

Looking to the west I see the wood smoke rise;

from cabins that dot the hills and far shoreline.

Winds carry the geese flying south in the skies.

Autumn begins the clock, it’s now Quiet Time.

About the Poet

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize-winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He has three poetry collections, “The Cellaring”, 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His second book, “A Taint of Pity”, contains 52 Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection. Ken’s third poetry collection, “Zephyr’s Whisper”, 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, and includes his poem, “With Charcoal Black, Version III”, selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International’s 2018 Nature Poem Contest. Ken won First Prize for his Haiku on Southern Collective Experience and in 2017, won First Prize for his Christmas Poem, “Remembrance” in Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine. He’s been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for the Best of the Net, 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.

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