In my early days of wandering;
July’s violet haze stirs from within.
Of wanton youth with many queries;
long in the tooth with misplaced piety.
Odiferous pleasantries of rose petals;
while lilacs speak with heavenly flair.
Children scamper through cold sprinklers;
laundry hangs waving in warm breezes.
Butterflies and bees dance upon flowers;
songbirds and robins bounce across lawns.
Blessed are days of the burning solstice;
memories smolder through sands of time.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from New Hampshire, but now resides on the plains of Oklahoma. Ken is a proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. He currently 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 Internationals 2018 Nature Poem Contest. 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.