Splendor Of September by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Splendor Of September I miss the smells of hibernating leaves white picket fence slowly disintegrates Popsicle stand is shuttered and closed yellow flip flops left in the sand dunes. family times in autumn dreams Many lonely gulls wander cool beaches snowy egrets stand stoic by tidal pools fresh apple displays at roadside stands corn fields now barren, silo's are filled. lanterns alight in autumn dreams Cascade memories like watersheds cleansing the long neglected spirit as time drifts on like a sweet sunset smells of hot coffee complete a day. September shines in autumn dreams. Chilled night air begs for hot cocoa baked apple pie with vanilla ice cream Christmas shopping on Saturday night, the sweet splendor of my September. Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a poet originally from New Hampshire, now living in Oklahoma. He was nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards in Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published wo...