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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