Friday, December 2, 2016

Soil of Soul

           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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