"Winter Track" by Martin Ridley‘The Deer Crossing’ by Ken Allan Dronsfield The Society February 2, 2018 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments Sun slowly dipping in the western sky; the winds are light and the pine boughs tossing. From their warm, peaceful beds the meek and shy, walk to the river; time for the crossing. To the fields above, to graze for a meal; prance through the meadow, always listening. Hear the Blue Jay; alerting all with zeal. Just twilight now, time to make the crossing. Squirrels have disappeared, gone to their beds. Barn Owls glide by upon whispering wings. Night animals stir, sleepiness now shed. Stand on the bank, hear the cicadas sing. Enter the cool waters, off to be fed. Browse til dawn, then return to the crossing. Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire, now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. Ken enjoys music, writing and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. He has one poetry collection, “The Cellaring” and is Co-Editor for 2 poetry anthologies titled, “Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze” and “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses”. His work can be viewed in The Burningword Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Black Poppy Review, The Blue Heron, EMBOSS Magazine and more. Ken has three Pushcart Prize nominations and two for Best of the Net 2016-2017. He loves life! Related Post ‘A History Lesson’ by Joseph S. Salemi He that hath ears to hear, let him hear. The misreporting of great Caesar’s death Errs by one gross omission. We’re not told That when conspirators... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses Lenore February 2, 2018 Lovely! Reply Fr. Richard Libby February 3, 2018 Very nicely done! Reply David Hollywood February 7, 2018 A very nice poem Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.