Monday, July 18, 2016


A Buck in Velvet on Drive to Work This Morning

Buck bounds into field,
Bouncing to see above the corn,
Doe hops out of sight,
He stops, I stop.
Softness in day break,
Window rolled down,
Looking at each other,
Velvet on rack.
Thoughts on internal struggle,
Moment to refocus mind,
Pulls out of self-absorbed place,
Engage in beauty of morning.
Gift of morning,
Presents itself,
Enjoyed and seen,
Hope bounds at break of day.
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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