Song of September by Ken Allen Dronsfield
Ken Allan Dronsfield
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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He is widely published in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies throughout the US and abroad. He has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His second book, "A Taint of Pity", contains 52 Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection. Ken's third poetry collection, "Zephyr's Whisper", 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, and includes his poem, "With Charcoal Black, Version III", selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International's recent Nature Poem Contest. Ken won First Prize for his Haiku on Southern Collective Experience. He's been nominated three times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net for 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
Song of September
During the foggy nights of late September.
As the bugs have faded away, the colorful
leaves have once again come out to play.
Laughing and gliding down to the ground,
some spin like helicopters, round and round.
The cat sits watching the tendrils of haze,
reserved in his thoughts of warmer days
A field mouse now works to build a nest
takes time at night for a well deserved rest.
The night birds are silent, preparing for flight.
Off to temperate climates and light breezes.
I see geese flying south in their huge flocks.
And wonder if it's time to turn back the clock.
My pumpkin smiles to the Song of September.
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