Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Waltz of the Scarecrow That which gives often...may receive nothing in return. Do not be deceived by the words etched in stones. Corn often grows taller than words; words often grow taller than deeds. The Scarecrow walks the fields at night through stalks of corn taller than tales told by the fire. We take our … Continue reading Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield


By Jay M.   If my words were leaves, What a bonfire they would make, Raining down on a cold night, Items of the fall, to keep you warm, Alive in the shimmering moonlight; To wrap you in lustre, at beck and call, Every Dawn of the fall. If my words were the stars nigh, … Continue reading Yearning