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 Zephyr's Whisper

Version III

written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield



In the breath of a cascading waterfall...
I hear the voices of child spirits reciting sonnets
falling leaves landing upon browning grasses
weaving colorful blankets around the meadow.

Trout cruise the pools along babbling brooks
I watch them dart out from the bank and feed,
a single red oak leaf floats by dodging rocks
gathers speed then disappears downstream.

In the breath of a cascading waterfall... I observe.

Chickadee's and Nuthatches flutter in the pines
as Blue Jay's squawk at me from high branches.
While walking the path, I feel a sting below the ear,
the seasons last mosquito has found me out here.

In the breath of a cascading waterfall... I dream.

Snow white sails billowing in the warm trade winds,
rolling seas of a turquoise blue, reflect silken clouds,
terns and gulls from the tropical islands hover above.
Flying fish leap and glide as dolphins follow behind.

In the breath of a cascading waterfall... I wake.

A thermos of hot tea sits next to me under the great
oak, sparse of leaves now, but splendid and regal.
I slowly sip my cup as a flock of geese fly over,
I smile, close my eyes and find myself by the lake.

In the breath of a cascading waterfall... I rest.

My eyes open and focus upon the rising full moon.
Twilight has crept into the day with a splash of color.
The song of the night has now reached a crescendo;
I stand and inhale its timeless staccato symphony.

In the whisper of a cascading waterfall... Euphoria!



The original version of this poem appears in my poetry collection, Zephyr's Whisper, currently released through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield

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", 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 recent Nature Poem Contest. Ken won First Prize for his Haiku on Southern Collective Experience. He's been nominated three times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net for 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
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