Throng of Mornings

Throng of Mornings

written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield

@KenKadfield

The belltower could be seen through undulating mists.

Black skies now give way to a gray, bird-filled morning.

Starlings fly in great flocks; first east, then west, finally south.

They gather numbers for a great migration to warm climates.

I watched as leaves of the oak suddenly fell, as if too tired to

hold on for one minute more. Acorns drop from high branches

hitting leaves on the way down sounding like hail during a freak

summer storm tap, tap, tapping upon an old tile roof.

A lone Canada goose is spotted flying high; either this year’s

gosling or one who lost its mate during the long summer.

A noise startles me; the bus stops there at the crossroad.

I step up looking to the field and a small deer stares at me;

I stare back; we didn’t move and neither of us blinked.

Then the bus driver said, c’mon lad; another day begins.

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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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