Awakening by Ken Allen Dronsfield

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Biography:

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran prize winning poet from New Hampshire now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms and time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.  He is a three time nominee for the Pushcart Prize Award and six times for the Best of the Net 2016-2018. Ken loves life!  

Awakening

I opened my eyes awaiting the Sunrise,

craving the dawning, dimmed daylight.

That reveille - that morning reveille

'It's that bugles trill,' I was thinking.

Ah, instantaneously I was stimulated;

the peepers brought such euphoria

and choruses forever melodious

And so I asked, 'Is that a canary?'

The wandering woodcock whipping;

In there stepped an awakening dawn.

The scarlet tanager seemed thrilled

then, distinctly I was chirping to them;

Singing and dancing with my bluebird;

The sparrow hawk brought a wariness,

I tossed its ghost against the hallelujahs,

my dreams always stray to wing beats.

The morning's finale brings a sorrow but

afternoon's shall see the lovely waxwings.

Dreamy awakening to the spring equinox.