Light winds move colorful leaves.
Branches sway in a slow harmony
roots spread in an opus in the moonlight.
Frosted leaves lie lifeless in heaps;
victims of the autumnal dearth.
We commune with fairies upon a branch;
never argue with them while the moon is high.
Twinkling stars hide in shadowed clouds while
we sing a hymn to the winter queen;
snowflakes kiss my warm cheek.
It’s hot and savory, like passions on lovers lane.
Her breath seems real and tastes sweet in darkness.
The rising full moon bright, like a slice of fresh lemon.
An epiphany creates uneasiness within the heart.
Self-righteous invaders bestow a special place for prey!
Peace returns to my cool, bewildered Ukrainian forest.
I sit quietly with rifle, in a soft silky breeze.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He is a proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. Ken has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", "A Taint of Pity", and "Zephyr's Whisper". Ken was selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International 2018 and 2019 Nature Poetry Contests. He was recently selected as Poet of the Month for Spillwords Press. He's been nominated three times the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. Ken loves writing, hiking, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.