Lost midnight moon at rise;
colors void with fall’s crisp breeze
questions are of life beyond here
somewhere, out there in an abyss
planets void of the sun pulsating
colder here in this global warming
red apples fall into eager hands
heaven’s grand curtains closing
the next act begins with falling snow
red twilight now sleeps beyond Pluto
jesters dance upon Jupiter’s moon
bellowing frogs dash away from the
swift grasp of the great blue heron.
curtain calls end with a soaring leaf
a child recites, star light; star bright
Satan crosses the sky riding a comet
excitingly, the North Pole shudders
Atlantis rises in the Sea of Tranquility.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize-winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He has been 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 the Pushcart Prize and six times for the Best of the Net, 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.