As The Wind Howls by Ken Allan Dronsfield
As the Wind Howls Flames reflected within the cat's eye a glass of spirits await a parched soul wool socks warming my chilled feet the hound listens as the wind howls. Teapot whistles in a shrieking pitch inside a little cabin on a snowy night as loneliness wreaks of rumination a harsh stare from the sleeping cat. Ink flows smooth on nights like this; imagination tickles a swirling mind image of acute emotional darkness seeking the shadowed voice inside. whilst the cat naps with one eye open the mouse creeps on the window sill the snow shovel falls with a clamor everyone jumps as the wind howls. Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet who has recently been nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night,...