Poems By Ken Allan Dronsfield
Red Cardinal’s Serenade
Pristine early spring morning
this 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,
as a greeting to the rising sun.
A lonely feather floats down
guided by the gentle winds
to rest upon the ground here
by my slippered covered feet.
Wispy marshmallows of puffy
clouded shadows linger with
me during my spirited walk
on this fresh crisp morning.
Memories of that feather;
a finality of forgotten things
fade away like melted snow,
coolness chases each breath.
Pebble and Stubble
That which gives often
often receives nothing in return
Do not be deceived
by the writings in stone
Corn often grows taller than words
words often grow taller than deeds
In what field strides the Earth
with stalks as thick as dictionaries
We take a cache and fill silos
forty moons per one field.
Wrung it’s neck for our bellies
now we give it spit, hot looks
At dusk, we watch wise men
gather petrified husk and stubble
to fashion tablets, starlings,
crows and ravens pick clean
all discarded pebbles.
The Heron and the Moon
Soft is her breath as the full moon rises
smiling looking down at smooth calm waters
warm breezes whisper to the gentle ripples
the lonely heron stands stoically entranced
serenity lulls the heart and warms the spirit.
Sounds of the city, lights and people are null
seagulls and terns have found their roosts
fog horn speaks from the rocky outer banks
swells carry seaweed on a high running tide
stars strive to shine thru the bright lunar glow
a ketch cruises by with her mizzenmast down.
Venus clams squirt water all along the beach
a ghostly chill suddenly wraps around us
the wind changes to an on-shore sea breeze
the great blue heron extends her wings wide
captures the zephyr and rises into the night
reflected by the light of the beautiful full moon
off to the sand dunes to nap until the sunrise.
Ken Allan Dronsfield
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, Poet and fabulist from Hampton, New Hampshire, now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. Ken enjoys music, writing, walking in the woods at night during a full moon and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi, Turbo and Yumpy. He has two poetry collections, “The Cellaring” and his newest book, “A Taint of Pity” Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection, and is currently working another new collection for release later this year. He is the Co-Editor/Cover Artist for 2 poetry anthologies titled, “Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze” and “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses” and is working on a third. His work has appeared in Literary Orphans, The Burningword Journal, Beneath the Rainbow, Vita Brevis Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Black Poppy Review, The Blue Heron, EMBOSS Magazine and more. Ken is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee and twice nominated for Best of the Net, 2016-2017.
Link to Ken’s Books on Amazon.com.
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