Time moves at the pace of a shifting shadow
creek waters twist like ribbons downstream
watching the slowness of a nightly campfire
birds call and we find peace in the moment
we dance to the song of a cricket balladeer.
Barking dogs echo thru the distant valley
Sounds of horse hooves on a country road
Smell of freshness in the air after the rains
Mud squishing tween our toes at the creek.
A new fawn wobbly stands for the first time.
Smoke rises from fires in the cane fields
Egrets seen hunting for fish in the marsh
Great birds are seen circling high in the sky
Flocks of teal fly fast down the twisting river
We stand amazed at sunset’s colorful twilight
Letting the swaying branches guide us home
down the rocky paths to the blue ocean water
laying on the sands we let the waves wash over us
drying in the warm sun, we return to our land
boiling water to steep our nice darjeeling tea.
Protect the cherished jewels within your heart
Release yourself from cages created by your mind
choose a path at sunrise, never in the darkness
live a good life and love yourself like no other
tread slowly in the falsity of shifting shadows.
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.