Alive
wind
moans soft
in unison with
my breath
cold
heart
aches again
hope awakens desire
touches wounds
scarred
mind
in solitude
dawn's light breaks
colors thoughts
peace
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-300D)
To Dust
Shadows pass through translucent gold
Green blades taunt through fading beauty
In hours the gold gives way to bronze
As damaged skin brittle and opaque
Till returns to dust
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-298A)
Quietly
quietly they rest among
tall grass and cedar trees
blend in with cover
browns of Autumn aligned
small herd of deer
a young buck
several does all fixed
on my every movement
stop long enough
to enjoy peacefulness
reminds me to breathe
gratefulness of new day's surprise
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-279C)
