KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD
In the nightly show
branches stand bare
upon a moon's glow.
A red fox sings loud
upon a coolish night
within late September.
Frost patiently waits
to kiss the grasses
and fields of pumpkin.
Cute chipmunks play
and store winter food
along walls of granite.
Corn stalks left behind
during the harvest time
now stand there bare.
Autumnal flavors smile.
SONNET OF A HEART
Like wandering radiance
of an evanescent Moon,
some of her was always
hidden away from view.
Awash within the fire
of a red sunset in June,
the touch of her hand
keeps my heart renewed.
My essence she rescued,
and none too soon as the
wounds are finally healing;
the bleeding now ceased.
Raising my ravaged soul
from the abyss of doom.
She's my Angel afire;
my spirit now at peace.
Walk the shimmering sands,
like many candles aglow;
Tranquil and blessed
on this warm special eve.
The ocean waves
dancing so quietly now,
With her in my life,
the reality is like dreaming.
By the glow of the Moon,
such a fine work of art,
we sit holding hands,
gazing upon the night.
The star's twinkle in time,
to the sonnet of our hearts.
In the wandering radiance
of love's renewed light.
PORCUPINE QUILLS AND INK
Put my grave atop the great waterfall;
wrap me well inside my favorite blanket
place my bow and arrow upon my chest
put my headdress of Bald Eagle feathers
on my head and lay me on a bed of fern
leave me in peace, staring off at the sky
now turning a deep red at twilight's call
feed my pony grains coated with honey
he must wait until the great one calls him.
tell my family that I died with honor and
my only regret is not being there this cold
fall and winter to provide food and firewood.
yes, put me on the wood, atop the waterfall.
mark my name on a tall swamp cedar pole
use porcupine quills and inks in my pouch
light the fire and watch me fly into the sky!
A HARVEST SONNET
Pussy Willows grow at the edge of the field
cows grazing among the brambles and berries.
cat birds cry in a breeze by shimmering Alders
winds sway the grasses like long ocean waves
the Pheasant's race to thickets for safer cover
alone in the fields, I lay down and watch the sky
the grass is warm after a day spent sun bathing
clouds race by heading east towards the sea
huge ruffled pillows of fluffy feted marshmallow
no butterflies dancing or dragonflies romancing
pumpkins now orange and acorn squash ready
corn is now cut, stalks are placed on a lamp post.
leaves will soon be changing, burst of lovely color
crowds abandon the beaches, geese move south
apples wait in the orchard, plump and awesome
full moon rises slowly, humming a Harvest sonnet.
KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD