Thursday, April 26, 2018


Rhythm 18-060B

Moon crests horizon
gloriously full as sun fades
clouds soon hide both
darkness settles on high plains

Flocks of geese noisily pass above
returning to the river at dusk
recall sounds of wings in motion
hear the air move as they fly overhead

Rhythm of seasons
passing from one to the next
robins returned first in mid-January
meadowlarks returned this week

Morning filled with singing
twilight filled with pheasant calls
as they fly low over prairie
seeking cover for night

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-060B)

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