Soil of Soul
Brisk air arouses
lungs
Coldness purges
conditioned air
Alive another day
full of gratitude
Liminal place
between night and day
Walking Molly in
predawn
Owls still hooting
in waning darkness
Deep breathes
gathering in life
Exhaling stagnant
pools exchange
Another breathe in
expanding being
Senses awaken to
minute details
Vision of light soft
on clouds
Grayness giving way
to color
Sounds of horses,
dogs, and chickens
Stirring at first
light
Gift of another
breathe heard
Quietness renews
soil of soul
Inhale stillness's
renewal
Receiving so can
give
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-337B)
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