Friday, December 15, 2017



Softness rest quietly
A few days before Winter
Silence soaks the dawn
Seasons change

White tail glide
Quietly through
Brown grass
Float ghost like

As enjoy the morning
Knowing what I see
Would light father-in-law up
In serenity shared

Memories of father-in-law
Who slipped silently
Into eternity
A week ago

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-349Y)

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