Le Cygne (The Swan)
Late afternoon at the lake in July
sun relents and finally ends the day.
our journée is gone much too soon,
upon a breeze come the wing beats;
a snow white beauty of Le Cygne.
It's been months since she flew south
her two young cygnets and mate for life.
she glides now alone; of a silent grace;
her love is now gone, taken by strife.
consumed by her loss; I feel the tears
yearning for happier and joyful times.
flash, flying fast and then a quick turn,
her two Cygnets now land by her side.
The rising moon shimmers upon the water
I think of times, before my own love passed
across the lake, with her son and daughter,
Swims to me, then raises her head with pride.
'love is lost; love is left; life goes on', Le Cygne.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the co-editor of the new poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in journals, magazines and blogs throughout the web including: Indiana Voice Journal, The Literary Hatchet Magazine, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes, Bewildering Stories and many others.