The Grasp of Winter

The Grasp of Winter

Light reflecting off a shard
an exploding stellar nebula.

I still search for a guiding light.

inflections from rainbows behest
inspiration or an embryonic memory.

the guiding light flickers.

casting shadowed thoughts
from the nights infernal quarks.

the guiding light...a dull orb.

In the dark flavor of winter's solstice
gnawing at the depth of sanity within.

bare trees permeate the landscape
cabin fever leaks a brown with white.

piles of fodder litter the night.

A light reflects off a shard
an exploding stellar nebula.
twinkles in a foggy pallid haze

an albino raven lands 

upon the bare branch.

winter's grip devouring
a warm guiding light.

Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet who has been nominated for 2 Best of the Net and 3 Pushcart Prize Awards for Poetry. His poems have been published world-wide in various publications throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. He has been published in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, SETU Magazine, Blue Heron, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Bewildering Stories, Scarlet Leaf Review, Ariel Chart, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. His book, "The Cellaring", a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through He is the co-editor of two poetry anthologies, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze and Dandelion in a Vase of Roses also available at

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