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
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!
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