Stupefried by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Sitting by the old juniper bush

nursing an iced tall whiskey sour.

Waiting for the seasonal changes;

the hourglass ready to be turned.

The North star burns so very bright

while the summer candle smolders.

Here in my slice of tranquil heaven;

a cool autumn night by the junipers.

Laugh as a kitten plays with leaves

Forgetting today's dragooned folly

licking wounds with a hollow tear

degenerates breathe the same air.

Driving to the left, wrong or right,

the seasons grasp on the soulless

whilst I dream of another eclipse;

stupefried and high by the juniper.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire, now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. He has one poetry collection, "The Cellaring" and is Co-Editor for 2 anthologies, "Dreamers of Yellow Haze" and "Dandelion in a Vase of Roses". His work has appeared in The Burningword Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review,  Black Poppy Review, The Blue Heron, The song is..., EMBOSS Magazine and more. Ken has three Pushcart Prize nominations and two for Best of the Net 2016-2017.