Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Reddish Eventide As the sky turns from a light gray to orange. streetlamps now hang albeit a fallow pale Bluebirds gather upon the wires and poles the morning sun makes feathers feel warm coot and cormorant soar down the shoreline white terns hastily skim along wave crests large fishing boats race to leave the harbor … Continue reading Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield