 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 new 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, Scarlet Leaf Review, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes,Bewildering Stories, Aquill Relle, Members Anthology, Book 6, Literature Today, Volume 5, Poetic Melodies Anthology, Creative Talents Unleashed; and many others. His poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net for 2016. Golden Locks Upon a Morning Breeze incessant jovial mumbling aghast golden locks upon a morning breeze convertible top down in harsh sunlight Siamese cat rides proud upon the dash casting hazy shadows from stem to stern quieted ride upon the marshmallow tires pizza bites sizzle on the red hot headers as my brain awakens in a drunken stupor crossing the plains, without fear or disdain seeking or freaking like a two headed clam memories absolved of all pleasure or piety golden locks flow upon a morning breeze. Wet Feet walk the path through the pines foggy morning, rain on the menu covered coffee mug, a godsend squirrels look on, sheepish grins rumbling is heard from the west skies open, as does my umbrella walk goes on, I'm happy and dry stepping in a puddle, sudden understanding the squirrel grinned because they knew holes are in my shoe. 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. Blanketed Moon Lying upon pebbles in white sand skyward watching stars drift along moon glows from blanketed clouds lights from tall ships horizon bound the inviting ocean passionate wishes sunshine smiles autumn advances flocks of geese slowly move south days are shorter; nights a bit cooler remnants of summer left in the dunes it's a quieter time here at the beach. A Slower Breath Tragedy breathes in slowly labored cache of mediocrity depressed icy spirits lifted self hype, creates an ego destiny served with coffee cries at night echo in stereo candles spread molten dread lips feast on a symbolic credo. pain spikes in a heartless beat sour taste of pickled old crow fight a tide of honorable pride loneliness breathes in slower. Eve of the Solstice Rejoice in each breath bestowed upon you, sing me the sonnet cherished in your heart, for tonight I shall finally fall fast asleep with your essence and love deep within my soul. come to me in the new light of a pink sunrise take my hand and walk with me on the beach leave our shoes on the dunes of the winter rye let's reap a scent from the breezy fresh salt air Walk with a dare to the edge of the lonely surf running back as the waves give veracious chase sit and watch as the ocean bound ships disappear on the eve of the solstice, a kiss to the harvest.
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