Friday, September 2, 2016



Gray light in quietness of morning,
Walking in the hay field,
Stillness wraps around us.

Swallowed in the womb of silence,
Softness of nature's serenade,
Resting land awakens.

Grogginess sluffs off,
Vibrant colors come alive,
Revives the soul.

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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