Sunday, January 19, 2020



Sweat beads upon flush skin
bale wagon wobbles across the hay field
trying to devour hay upon the trays
slowly sways upon uneven ground

Rattles of old chains and sprockets
whirring and spinning in sync with PTO RPM
gray smoke leaks from beneath frame
as 45 years shows upon IH red

Another season draws to a close
when last cutting is stacked and tarped
mountains of hay waits
for winter's fierceness to be revealed

Poem 19-248B
#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskthoughtsandlife, seasons, farming, hay, nebraska, tractors

Saturday, January 18, 2020



Dust floats as trucks speed by
dirt road drama of late summer
leaves one with powdery aftertaste
drawn to sticky skin as if magnetic

Poem 19-247B
#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskthoughtsandlife, country_living, aftertaste, dust

Friday, January 17, 2020

Blush Skies

Blush Skies

Blush skies fade as dawn breaks
silkiness of love's embrace
warmth rests close
beneath infinite horizons

Snow crowns peaks
they glisten in sharp early light
awakens tenderness within
holding space for another

All too soon fades
moment drifts away
clouds hide the brilliance
portal of beauty closes 'til dusk

#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife

Winter's pre-dawn moments happen at a time when I see them and they have a way of sparking joy and beauty inside my heart and soul. Reminding me of the goodness of God and love.

Monday, January 13, 2020

Snow Moon

Snow Moon

Moon's full faced glow
gray light softens thoughts
as back into moments of joy
before heavy eyelids close
welcoming into dreams

#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife
One of the names of January's full moon is "Snow Moon".
Beauty, joy, rest, peace, nature

Sunday, January 12, 2020



Masks like curtains
veil window of heart
blocks light in brooding darkness
gives breath to moldy thoughts


Fertilized the building
lies and accusations
pull down the curtain
allow the Light in

Darkness flees

Poem 19-326z
#highplainspoet #westernnebreskathoughtsandlife

Saturday, January 11, 2020

Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice

rhythm of season
sun's angle low
further south
cool shadows

change lingers
in dormancy
buried in warmth
below the surface

waits for warmth
in cocoon of hope
that spring will come
green shoots pierce earth

Poem 19-355z
#highplainspoet #westernnebresakathoughsandlife
Season, western nebraska

Friday, January 10, 2020

She Smiles More

She Smiles More

She smiles more
a soft breeze of confidence
blows across her brunette tresses
with lightness of heart reflected in
deep rich mocha pools

She smiles more
new life in her laughter
as wounds heal inside out
leaving beautiful scars
formed into priceless works of art/treasures

She smiles more
awake for the first time
slumber from childhood
rubs grit from edge of eyes
cleansing tears now/finally flow

She smiles more
time not wasted
life giving water flows
from her spirit
mingles with Father's

She smiles more
dessert places of soul
blossom under her care
I'm invited into her fields
savoring the aroma her labor

She smiles more
knowing I have scarred her
yet forgiveness flows
our love grows stronger
as bound in Father's presence

She smiles more
joy filled life
transforms bareness
into soft warmth
womb that bears fruit

She smiles more
giving all I am
and it is enough
she accepts me
and gives all she is

Together experiencing life
she smiles more

#highplainspoet #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife

Thursday, January 9, 2020

January Sky

January Sky

Dawn breaks hard to the east
mauve brush soft upon eyes
Laramie Peak sprinkled cold white
reflects beyond retina into soul

Slows the pace of thoughts
beauty pulls fiercely upon eyelids
directing me to drink in
fleeting moments of splendor

#highplainspoet #nebreskathoughtsandlife
Wyoming, beauty, dawn, nature

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Liquid Ice

Liquid Ice

Liquid ice drips from the sky
clear coating branch and limb
reflected in security light
darkness snuffing rays quickly

Eerie hush as hear ice fall upon old snow
layer upon layer builds in geological time
until covered completely in snowy ash
waiting to swallow next victim of fall

Fallen warriors strewn about
generations of warriors taken down
scheme repeats amidst the carcasses
stench of generations wasted

Withdrawn into shells of former self
shame's unholy hush
hides the wound
avoids mentioning the fall

Yet dooming another generation
to repeat the fall that shouldn't be
as pride rises up  humility flees
damning the sons to familiar fall

So I choose to break free
vulnerable about the fall
disrupts the scheme
so sons and daughters can go beyond

To fight their own battles
because I have fought my own
not wallowing in what could have been
nor a victim of others

Poem 19-333w

A somber write about old trees that have fallen likened to unfinished family business passed from one generation to the next. It has to stop somewhere, with me.

Tuesday, January 7, 2020



Small Wyoming town
windswept steppe
at the edge the high plains of the East
snow covered peaks to the West

Gusts attempt to rip from frame
grabs the doors firm
a day of interstate warnings
high winds no large profile vehicles

#highplainspoet #nebreskathoughtsandlife
Wyoming, wind, nature

Monday, January 6, 2020



Riding the wind
gracefully drifting
a lone bald eagle
soars above

Stiff wind rushes
down river canyon
yet still floats above
watching as we work

#highplainspoet #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife
Near Guernsey Wyoming today for work.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Psalm of Praise

Psalm of Praise

My heart sings at new year's dawn
my heart opens in hope's expection at new decades dawn
my heart softens in remembering Father's loving kindness
my heart beats joy in today's opportunities

Oh my soul sings of Your love
oh my soul draws life from Your well
oh my soul is satisfied in You alone
oh my soul delights in my Lover

I will remember Your faithfulness
I will learn from Your correction
I will set my heart towards You
I will declare Your goodness

You are my redeemer
You alone are my restorer
You alone heal my broken heart and soul
You alone are my salvation and hope

You capture my tears
they are a treasure to You
They are seeds of hope
You plant reaping fruit of joy

In Your season and time
life flows from Your throne
filling me up again and again
You never tire of me

I am a joy and dellight to You
Your eyes sparkle at my name
You created me in love
You sustain me with mercy and grace

#highplainspoet #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife
#joy #gratitude #hope #new_beginnings #worship