Snow Bird by Ken Allen Dronsfield

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Snow Bird

A scryer of snowflakes
grasping the bare branches
meals of seeds left behind
in the daily visits to the feeder.

snow bird, o' little snow bird
tweet tunes of spring's arrival
Keep an eye above the oak,
as a hawk waits for a mistake

snow bird, o' little snow bird
may another sunrise find you
perched upon a little gray branch
a day will come and you're gone
we shall forever miss your essence
our spirit reaps no colorful rainbow;
if our whetted eyes shed no tears.
  

Biography:  

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He has been published in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies throughout the US and abroad. A member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire, he has three poetry collections to date; "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, and includes his poem, "With Charcoal Black, Version III", selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry Internationals recent Nature Poem Contest.  He's been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for the Best of the Net, 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.

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