Saturday, March 4, 2017

Blown Closed

        Blown Closed

Snow crusted over

Miniature snow dunes of cold

Path blown closed

Footprints covered over

Crust of soul

Trail needs blazed

Fresh each day

Truth covered over

All that resists and lies

Seen as enemy it is

Hinders life and love

Choose to firmly reclaim that which is covered

Recover the covered

Clearing the land

Making beachhead wide

Liberating those captive

Awaken who I am

Primal and raw

Expressed and known

Inviting and claimed

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-060C)

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