Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Bare Feet

                  Bare Feet

Sun kissing the tops of lilac bushes
Softness of Spring's light opens heart
As pure as daffodil's bloom
Soft as new grass under bare feet

As quickly as softness appeared
Clouds steal the caress
Moment gone so quick
As if lovers passing in the dawn

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-123A)

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