Serenity

          Serenity

Mallard quietly plies the mountain pond
Serenity in the moment
Stream serenades my spirit
Water peacefully flows
Trout dance on the calm surface
Lullaby of creation's unity
Longings of soul satisfied

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-127A)

Fog's Embrace

Dense fog in Western Nebraska as walk in the fields.

                  Fog's Embrace

                        -i-
Dense fog embraces creation like lovers entwined.
Heat of passion creates steamy thick low clouds.
Groping each other, earth and sky, as young lovers.
Creation coated in glistening wetness.

                         -ii-
Beauty aroused in shroud of mist,
Veil of privacy upon the land.
As a curtain obscures bed chamber,
Teasing lover with what's obscured.

                         -iii-
Curiosity awakens in the brume.
Wind driving low clouds.
Creation blushes in voyeuristic pleasure.
Intimate dance of creation in the air at dawn.

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

For poetry vignette assignment. Inspired by thick fog on this Nebraska morning.

August Sky

       August Sky

Nebraska's August sky, 

Distant storms pock the horizon. 

All directions clouds race, 

White-gray billowing high full of energy. 

Streaks of rain cross hatch deep blue, 

Shrouds distant Laramie Peak to the west. 

Partial rainbows against pale clouds, 

Fade and surge off in the east. 

If I stop for a moment, 

I'm awestruck. 

A portrait evolving, 

I'm a speck in western plain's painting. 

Saturation of colors in atmosphere, 

Nearby moisture pulling out hues. 

Nothing can replicate the image, 

The best camera still dulls the brilliance. 

I'm in this living picture, 

Gratitude and joy well up. 

Childlike fascination pulls, 

In creation's beauty exposed. 

All that's raw and wrong, 

Swept away. 

Peace settles deep, 

Lost in beauty. 

About this poem: Last night as the sun is low moving ditch water and just observe all that is around me in the moment.  Caught up in the beauty.

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