Monday, February 22, 2016

Early Morning

                    Early Morning

Moon bright through translucent clouds,
Early morning lit by fullness so proud.
Lesser light hovers low,
Begrudgingly going slow.

Perfect early morning for a walk,
Wish my love would come and talk.
To steal a moment before the day,
Time for us to share hopes and pray.

Gift of a day to embrace,
Nice to share face to face.
Coolness of air upon our skin,
Reminds us each day a gift again.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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