An early dawn’s gentle fingers
probe the coasts morning fog.
Cascading water trickles down
From the mountains to the sea.
Wraith-like mists rise high now
glitters twinkle in a peeking sun.
Terns and gulls now soar above
gnarled long-dead trees dwell
along the surfline as driftwood.
Pines sway to building winds
Smells of vast coastal woods,
salt and blue ocean essence.
Her flawless panorama whispers
as Maines Acadia National Park.
Standing upon the cliffside, the
vigilant lighthouse finally rests.
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 is widely published in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies throughout the US and abroad. He has three poetry collections, “The Cellaring” a book of 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”, are 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, has just been released, and includes his poem, “With Charcoal Black, Version III”, selected as the First Prize Winner for Realistic Poetry International’s recent Nature Poem Contest. He has been nominated three times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net for 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night during a full moon and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
Photo Credit: Sunset on the Seine at Lavacourt – Claude Monet