Cotton Candy

Cottony fog hangs

In the river valley

As drive into softness

Enter another world

Silence in the ethereal light

Visibility reduced to a

Few car lengths, roll down

Windows to listen

Sound of approaching care

Wait, can I trust my ears

Then it appears as if

Beamed down from the Enterprise

Swallowed up quickly again

As I'm left listening

Before I pull out

Slipping silently cloaked onto pavement

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-261D)

Again

           Again

Beside rushing streams
He refreshes my soul
peace washes over mind
calmness fills my heart

first day of Fall reflected
off canyon walls
soft colors in afternoon's light
golden shades of aspens turning

mixed scents of pine
with cleansing water
swirling glory of His creation
draws me back to His goodness

Video from Spearfish Canyon

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-266E)

Defrag

Defrag

my heart
jumbled up parts
need realigned

my mind
thoughts aren't kind
need realigned

my soul
shattered pieces
restore and make whole

my body
synchronize being
restore and make whole

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-257A)

Autumn's Rose

Autumn's Rose

startles me
as water plants
not expecting new
buds and blossoms

rouge red
color of soft lips
press into
scent of rose

tickles my nose
early September
taunts of Spring
before frost arrives

beauty disrupts
my thoughts
pulls me
into present

how a simple discovery
shakes thoughts
free from
ruts worn deep

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-254C)

Fading Days

Fading Days

Late purple blossoms

draw orange and black wings

to sip sweet nectar

before September frost puts alfalfa to sleep

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-251C)

September Morn

September Morn

Sun peaks over
the hill shyly

Soft fleshy pink
greets me

Daily routine
walking Molly

In the hay field
round bales

Still smell sweet
as walk past

Hush lay upon
greenness of September

Irrigation water jostling
in concrete ditch

One more week
'til water silenced

Preparation for Fall
on the ranch

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-251B)