Rain

Rain

Steady cadence of rain

hitting the roof

running off the shingles

drumming on the aluminum ladder

Spring day rearranged

sunshine hides deep

behind gray sky

patiently waiting

As leaf and blade

lap up life giving draughts

beauty in beads of rain

clings lustily before absorbed

Poem 20-123X

#westernnebraskathoughtsandlife, #highplainspoet, Spring, rain, life

Drinking

Drinking

Sweet spring nectar addiction

Poem 19-152y

#highplainspoet

Quaff

Quaff 18-135z

Velvet petals closed
Water beads glisten
Heart not exposed

Simple beauty soft
Memories of us revive
Retina ravenously quaff

Clings

Clings 18-111Z

Wetness glues to blades of grass

Buds iced white

Snow in Spring enhancing color

White frosting painted on green

Vibrant yellows of daffodils

18-058B

18-058B

Today stillness is broken
as walk at dawn's rise
Meadowlarks have returned
their melody rises inviting Spring

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-058B)

Prairie Blessing

Prairie Blessing 18-101Z

In the tall grass of late Spring

Brushes against my waist

Lush green of high plains

Visit this memory often

A place of calm

Father walks beside

Quietly, side by side

Wind rustles grass

Meadowlarks loudly sing

Heads of grass bowed

Heavy with seed

Honoring us as we pass

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-101Z)

Before Spring

Before Spring (18-075B)

white softness clings
on broken branches and needles
coat weighs heavy
just a few days before Spring

sky dark before dawn
eyes adjust to purity's brightness
life's poison drawn
beauty's gift of lightness

stillness broke with pheasant call
ripples as calm pool distrubed
tall grass arthritically bent
prinstine burden carries

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-075B

Bare Feet

                  Bare Feet

Sun kissing the tops of lilac bushes

Softness of Spring's light opens heart

As pure as daffodil's bloom

Soft as new grass under bare feet

As quickly as softness appeared

Clouds steal the caress

Moment gone so quick

As if lovers passing in the dawn

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-123A)

Winter Reluctant

         Winter Reluctant

Thoughts settle as now floats down
Another late April blast of Winter
Winter so reluctant to let go

As day progresses snow continues
Covering grass with wet purity
Turning bare patches to mud

Perfect temperature for a walk
In the heavy wetness
heart warm with thoughts of my love

Her brunette hair still captures me
Dark brown eyes, pools of security
Her hand in mine comfortably

Each day that passes a new opportunity
Exploration of beauty I've neglected
Parts long dormant awakened

All by a Spring day in late April
On the high plains of Western Nebraska
A different kind of beauty

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-118B)

Blossoms Fall

      Blossoms Fall

Water playfully drips
Snow melts
Heavy snow
Falls from trees

Meadowlarks joyfully sing
Sounds of life
Entwined together
Stop and observe

Lilacs laden with snow
Purple contrasting white
Short bursts
Vibrant colors

Wind and warmth shakes
Leaves and branches clean
Soon beauty's damage
Revealed as blossoms fall

Video is of the Spring snow melting today as bushes are starting to bloom. A typical high plains Spring.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-119A)

Standing

Standing

Standing in lush green

High plains in the Spring

Edge of Great American Desert

In territory fight chased away

Warmth of early day

Primal beauty awakes

In the creek bottom

Standing proud in the grass

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-109D)

Transplant

            Transplant

In the ashes prepare the ground
Push the shovel down with my weight
Scoop out the dirt, repeat
Earth ready to receive

Work with the soil
Prepare the roots
Planting beauty in the debris
For the future what will be

Sprinkle with water
Baptizing new life
What was dead
To live again

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-106B)

Rise

                     Rise

Out of the ashes they rise
Daffodils and Jonquils bedazzle
Stark contrast of rubble
Dotted with beauty

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-090C)