With Charcoal Black
Today I'll travel to the swamp and wood
to do a little autumn sketching for my
painting projects during the cold winter.
As I pack my thermos and bag, I see
snail trails leaving the autumn garden.
Cooler breezes beget browner grasses;
lichen and moss cover the old stone wall,
I swear a little chipmunk ran by just now.
Crows are busy in their murder covens.
The songbirds leave daily for warm skies.
Smells of the forest still musty and damp
colored leaves fall, a winters quilt woven
Ice sheets now form in the ponds as geese
happily swim throughout coolish waters.
Frogs and turtles hibernate until spring.
A puff on the pipe, and a sip from the flask,
take out my sketch pad from the canvas bag.
Deer moving through the hemlock swamp.
It's time to capture, using a charcoal black,
the precious moments on this autumn day.
The Leaves Wink
Whispered stillness at dawn
summer candle burning low
a quieted hush upon a breeze
orange koi rise in the fountain.
Leaves wink in the suns haze
toaster pops my english muffin
coffee pot chugs along slowly
cars roll by as the day begins.
Sirens echo in the distant hills
dogs howl and children smile
faceless people rush to a bus
lazy summer awaiting autumn.
Pumpkin patch on it's final days
crispy mornings and hot cocoa
Autumn's time will soon be here;
leaves wink because they know.
Sting of a Snowflake
The old barn moans and groans
as bones creak on this coolish day.
Stepping outside into fields of corn
now cut leaving an apocalyptic view.
I watched the winds conspire with
shafts of wheat tickling the sunset.
From a dark cloud drifting above,
a lone snowflake floats down and
stings the tip of my cold red nose.
I'm feeling a tinge of winter as the
warm summer dreams disappear,
replaced by frosty car windshields,
frosty floors on feet each morning.
Twilight time chases the light away
near the dead crab apple trees on
the old farm where I once roamed.
Autumn Sonnet to the Raven
My coffee pot perks to the morning beats
our deformed pumpkin grins at passing cars
witches and ghosts will be ready tonight
we all smile spying the hot fresh donuts.
Blue Jays spar in the old white lilac bush
a leaf of color floats from the blue sky
Raven's flock in a golden unkindness
Willa the old cat just lays there and naps
White birches reflecting the morning sun
maple syrup for my lovely pancakes,
fresh apples rest in baskets on the porch
tomatoes ripen in sunlit windows.
Tinkling of spoons in mugs of hot cocoa
Raven's Fall is my favorite dessert.
A Reddish Haze
Nocturne of shadow
rise with a Flamingo
charmed by a sunrise
a reddish haze smiles
prone upon the pillow
cherished teacup pouts
hushed morning sonnet
whispers at my window.
Dreams left to wander
my fan begins the day
humidity now departing
the sea birds serenade.
sand dunes sparkling as
diamond glints glowing
grasses serenely flowing
terns hover at surf-side
in mild on-shore winds
hot water is now ready
a royal blend steeping
cherished teacup smiles
my Siamese cat yawns
awaken a reddish haze.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet who was nominated for 2 Best of the Net and 3 Pushcart Prize Awards for 2016-2017. His work has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. He can be found in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, SETU Magazine, Blue Heron, The Literary Hatchet, Poetry Pacific, The Stray Branch, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Ariel Chart Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. His 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 also available at Amazon.com.
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