Poems
by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Corn Stalk Scarecrow
In a nightly show,
branches stand bare
upon a moon's glow
corn stalks bow.
A red fox sings loud
upon a coolish night
within a foggy shroud
in an early October.
Frost patiently awaits,
to kiss the green grasses
and leave a wisp of white
upon amber pumpkins.
Cute chipmunks play
and store winter food
Blue jays forage and stay
along walls of granite.
Corn stalks left behind
staring at the scarecrow
during the harvest time
Jack O'Lantern smiles.
Times of Joy
Gentle be the love of thy mother's mother.
soft voice speaking of memories with clarity.
of kindly crafting knitted mittens each Fall
treasured by all, then in her Winter of days.
of holiday's past and family gatherings
Easter bonnets and September sonnets
while roasting chestnuts on a big bonfire
stories of times on the boardwalk in July.
Riding for ice cream in her old yellow Buick
grand cream interior and fat whitewall tires
glorious days now a memory in the haze
times of joy with my dear mother's mother.
(Initial Publication, The Pen Magazine)
Raven's Gold
coffee pot perks to the morning beats
banging of trash cans along the lane
garbage truck rumbles down the road
flies spy the fresh donuts and smile.
blue jays spar in the old lilac bush
leaves of color float from the heights
Raven's flock in a golden unkindness
geese fly high heading to the south.
Maples are adorned with old pails and
making syrup for blueberry pancakes,
fresh apples rest in baskets on the porch
a last tomato ripens in a sunlit window.
tinkling of spoons in hot coffee mugs
kids laugh running to the school bus
pumpkin proudly sits upon my steps
the Raven's Gold is my favorite flavor.
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