face, a wrinkled rustic tan
eyes, clouded faded blue
tattered, old yellow raincoat
stands, watching the sea
dog, spying hungry gulls
his boat, sits needing care
ocean, claims yet another
clouds, billow and race east
waves, crest and roll to land
memories, fade upon twilight
inhales, now more shallow
life, in respite rises higher.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms and hiking. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.