October 22, 2018

Slowly Passing / Arbor of Wisteria and Clematis by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Slowly Passing

Of shallow labored breaths
a lone kiss in the of predawn,
rattle and hum whispers within,
wish only sleep during cold times.
Yellowish orbs dart all about trees,
kisses spread from the tip of sprigs
spiraling down into the old garden
I try to reach out and touch them.
My ride takes us through the gates
grass glistens in the carriage-lights
touch of frost left upon a naked leaf
skies of yesterday; dreams of today.
Albino raven's roost in the old cedar
pious penance delivered by rosary.
Moldy smell of freshly shoveled earth
thoughts linger within lofty reflections;
the things that can never be unseen
a taste of solace within old memories.
Prayers answered with a lilac scent
I feel small in this time of my passing
Resurrection Lilies sprouting nearby
fragrant Red Roses whisper to me.

Arbor of Wisteria and Clematis

I reflect upon the lavender Wisteria;
the lilacs and lonely gardenias.
I uncover the grand butterfly bush
Quoth the Nepeta, 'keep to the path'.
Those shrubby pussy willows bloom,
a burning felt deep within the Clematis.
What could be more purely aglow?
Pumpkins sit by bundled corn husks.
Only this and a Thimble-berry pie.
There perched a crow upon the arbor
craving the bi-colored, brag bonnet.
A harlequin colored sky now aflame
The rooster never asked for the time.
Orange bells fall from the trumpet vine,
first touch of frost kisses a naked leaf.
leaves soar and spin in the north winds
shake the arbor of wisteria and clematis.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is an award winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now living in Oklahoma. 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 is now available from Amazon or Barnes and Noble.  Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy. 


  1. Honestly, it's always such a pleasure to read your poetry Ken; you brush words with your thoughts and make them dance in front of our eyes with such masterfully crafted stunning sentences that take us on a visual journey word by word.

    1. Thank you so very much! I truly appreciate your kind and humbling words!

  2. These are wonderful poems, Ken. I like all of the texture and flavors in "Slowly Passing." Including the "Moldy smell of freshly shoveled earth" really adds to the poem. It's so real.


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