KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

AUTUMNAL FLAVORS

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

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KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues including: The Burningword Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, The Literary Hatchet Magazine, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, The Australia Times, Bewildering Stories, Aquill Relle, Members Anthology, Book 6, Literature Today, Volume 5, Poetic Melodies  and Imperfect Paths Anthologies by Creative Talents Unleashed, Birdsong Anthology Vol 1, Voices of Humanity, Vol 2 Anthology, and others. Ken's poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net for 2016. He is 'short listed' for a Pushcart Nomination from Scarlet Leaf Review, 2016.