The full moon in July is known as a buck moon.
Nebraskan Buck Moon
Wind caresses prairie grass,
Waving in symbiotic dance,
Hues of days long past,
In the glow of buck moon.
Buck moon's pale light,
Awakens Nebraska's virgin prairie,
Shadows play upon earth's skin,
Lover's dance as one.
Whispers in velvet voice,
Beckon attuned ear,
Invitation to partake,
In love's mature song.
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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