Friday, February 3, 2017

Come Alive

          Come Alive

Fiery blood horizon line
First edge of red sun
Appears casting pink hues
Softly on gentle clouds

Pink tint blankets the hills
Glory of another sunrise
Awakens all that Winter numbs
Come alive my soul

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-034B)

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