Yielding (18-018Z) As I open the door morning's
Soft pink sky greets me
Tender pinks and reds soon
Give way to light yellow and grays
The liminal moment
Of dawn recedes
Brilliance now masked
Heart reluctantly concedes
Beauty hard to see in routine
Eyes dulled in life's fray
Longings now clandestine
It's covered with the day
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-018Z)
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