End of Season
End of season nigh,
Irrigation soon to cease,
Marks the shift of season.
Family seasons changed,
What once was will never be again,
Move forward flowing with transitions.
Frost will soon coat green Nebraska pastures,
Cool and fresh mornings in waning days of Summer,
Tinge of color change in leaves.
A hush will fall on the land,
Sound of ditch water singing falls silent,
As creation prepares for Winter, so too must I.
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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