Tear in the Autumn Moon – A Sonnet

Keeper of trees, au pair of great forests
please tell me why you leave bare stark branches
cold and leafless until the spring arrives?
Where are the beautiful majestic leaves
that always shade me from the harsh hot sun?
I pray the Maples are well and still sweet.
I love the beauty of dancing Alders,
their yellow leaves shimmer in the breeze of
a cool late summer’s day full of sunshine.
Each day snowflakes drift down, like leaves during
autumn’s call we remember the beauty
of green forests and wait for warmer days.
I’m left after winter, but on moon beams,
a willow’s tear left to fade, fade away.

By Ken Allan Dronsfield

moon seen through autumn leaf


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet. He is a three time nominee for the Pushcart Prize and twice nominated for the Best of the Net. His poems have been published world-wide throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken’s work can be found in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, Blue Heron, The Stray Branch, Naturewriting, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Scarlet Leaf Review, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. Ken loves life!

Photo by the author

Serenade of the Red Cardinal

Pristine autumn morning of
a day now awakening with
soft, gentle warm breezes,
chipmunks dancing in pairs.
The beautiful red songbird,
a balladeer Red Cardinal,
sings his early morning song,
a greeting to the rising sun.
A lonely feather floats down
guided by the gentle winds
to rest upon the ground here
by my black Nike covered feet.
Wispy marshmallows of puffy
clouded shadows linger with
me during my spirited walk
upon the fresh crisp morning.
Memories of that feather;
a finality of forgotten things
fade away like melted snow,
coolness chases each breath.

By Ken Allan Dronsfield

original drawing of two cardinals


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet. He is a three time nominee for the Pushcart Prize and twice nominated for the Best of the Net. His poems have been published world-wide throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken’s work can be found in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, Blue Heron, The Stray Branch, Naturewriting, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Scarlet Leaf Review, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. Ken loves life!

Original artwork by the author

The Deer Crossing ~ A Sonnet

Sun slowly dipping in the western sky;
the winds are light and the pine boughs tossing.
  From their warm, peaceful beds the meek and shy,
walk to the river; time for the crossing.
To the fields above, to graze for a meal;
prance through the meadow, always listening.
Hear the Blue Jay; alerting all with zeal.
Just twilight now, time to make the crossing.
Squirrels have disappeared, gone to their beds.
Barn Owls glide by upon whispering wings.
Night animals stir, sleepiness now shed.
Stand on the bank, hear the cicadas sing.
Enter the cool waters, off to be fed.
Browse til dawn, then return to the crossing.

By Ken Allan Dronsfield

pencil drawing of deer crossing meadow


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet. He is a three time nominee for the Pushcart Prize and twice nominated for the Best of the Net. His poems have been published world-wide throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken’s work can be found in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, Blue Heron, The Stray Branch, Naturewriting, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Scarlet Leaf Review, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. Ken loves life!

Original artwork by the author

Rusty Wet Leaves

boots of black, whetted by rain
forgotten memories left behind
woodpecker tapping upon birch
moss covered granite whispers
deer disappear into fern & pine
partridge drumming in harmony
woodland faeries smiling softly
path covered in rusty wet leaves
gentle breezes calm and serene
the distant call of Canadian geese
echo throughout the distant valley,
a peaceful surrender, enchantingly.

By Ken Allan Dronsfield

red & yellow leaves with mossy boulder


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet. He is a three time nominee for the Pushcart Prize and twice nominated for the Best of the Net. His poems have been published world-wide throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken’s work can be found in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, Blue Heron, The Stray Branch, Naturewriting, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Scarlet Leaf Review, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. Ken loves life!

Photo by Jose Manuel Gelpi Diaz

Upon the Ebb and Flow

From atop the great stone pine trees
dragonflies fantasize of summertime;
of warmer mornings and balmy winds,
while dodging flycatchers and bullfrogs.
The grass now brown beside the pond
wolves howl to worship a harvest moon
barn owls love the nightly stellar show
young geese enjoy a fresh cool sunrise.
Beating hearts strong by creek or marsh
deep rivers and great bays ebb and flow
deer and elk love the salty-sweet grass
quilts of colorful leaves cover meadows.
The rising sun bright in the eastern sky,
from within that great awakening forest
a lone cicada sings his mating sonnet
upon the ebb and flow is the life circle.

By Ken Allan Dronsfield

dragonfly on dry stalk


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet. He is a three time nominee for the Pushcart Prize and twice nominated for the Best of the Net. His poems have been published world-wide throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken’s work can be found in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, Blue Heron, The Stray Branch, Naturewriting, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Scarlet Leaf Review, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. Ken loves life! Ken’s new book, The Cellaring a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the co-editor of two poetry anthologies, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze and Dandelion in a Vase of Roses available from Amazon.com.

Photo of Halloween Pennant dragonfly by Marie-Ann Daloia