Tuesday, August 15, 2017



Morning fog clings tightly
Emracing soft earth
Flesh color beautifully accented
From evening rain

Calls seducingly deep in soul
Feral places awaken
Running free and wild
No longer separated from being

Sweet kiss of ruby red dawn
Stirs long dormant places
Fire kindled into blaze
Reflected in aroused eyes

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-227B)

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