written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield
My hand reaches out to block
the suns rays; soaring high is a lone
white gull, a warm breath on cheeks
reflecting the blue sky; parted lips.
The sea overflows the white sands
serene of shadow; soft of noise
as wings of green teal swiftly wave;
I see a blue autumn sky
love, hopes and dreams
sometimes, I see you there.
Off-shore is where you’ll find me
even if you’re only in dreams
ocean winds beckoning taking
me so far away from you;
an autumn sea rages.
Ken Allan Dronsfield
AUGUST 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He is a proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. Ken has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", "A Taint of Pity", and "Zephyr's Whisper". Ken was selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International 2018 and 2019 Nature Poetry Contests. He was recently selected as Poet of the Month for Spillwords Press. He's been nominated three times the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. Ken loves writing, hiking, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
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