Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, poet and fabulist originally from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of  Oklahoma USA. His work can be found in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies. He has two poetry books, “The Cellaring” a collection of 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His newest book, “A Taint of Pity” was just released through He is a three time Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee for 2016-2017. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.

Winter’s Blush

Grayish bark, branch of snow,
red birds huddle.
Sun peeks from a late winter sky,
sunflower seed husks fall like rain from 
the busy feeder.
perched upon the gnarly whitened
branches of snow sit chickadee’s
fluttering from branch to branch with 
their prize.
Warm sunlight rays send melted drops
flashing and glinting
like cut diamonds shimmering all 
about the yard.
In late winter’s blush, afternoon sun bows
to a dusky, bluish sky.
Winter’s leering and peering through a
cool twilight haze.
Summer birds return daily as the snow
finally melts away. 
Trading off the cold’s icy glaze, for
Spring nights and warmer days.