Morning Image

Morning Image

Dawn breaks faintly

headlights still glow

coyote darts across earthy gravel road

fluffy tail 'n wiery frame full throttle

'til fades into winter's brown prairie

Poem 20-062z

A moment on the way into work this morning.

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nature, coyote, winter, dawn, western_nebraska

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

20-008z

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Wyoming, beauty, dawn, nature

Triple Point

Triple Point

Gray sky at the triple point

not snow, not rain, perhaps sleet

vaguery of sunrise

murky as my ruminations

Truth has this way

of slicing open self deception

lancing the infection

draining unnecessary suffering

Through Father's grace

redemption comes

parting the sky

with light again

Poem 19-333y

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At Sunrise

Fall's brown brush

paints North Platte River escarpment

clouds mauve and gray

against aqua blue sky

Touch of snow

frosty's coat

reminding seasons change

beckons renewal

Clarity as look out

cool wind caresses

soft flesh cheeky rouge

canvas changes as sun rises

18-308A

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Reflects

Reflects

Cold awakens

 security light's glow

  frost sparkles in purity

   brushes across earthy browns

  as if diamond flecks dust the ground

 on limbs and blades

wood and tin

19-014Z

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Hushed

the land lay quiet

irrigation stopped

fog envelops

shrouds near and far

now all that's left

dampness clinging

sparkles prismatic

in day's young light

18-251z

Yielding

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)

Soft Light

Soft Light (18-011Z)

Of morning
always inspires
awe

Palette of color
clouds reflect
glory

Another day
grateful to
wonder

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-011Z)

Gray Light

Gray Light of Dawn in Shroud of Fog
This Morning in Western Nebraska's North Platte Valley

Gray Light of Dawn

Fog and frost paint the air.
Filtered gray light of dawn.
Yields to brilliant sun.

Another morning to empty cares.

By nature's beauty drawn.

Another day's race to run.

Discover new depth of relationship share.
Live in the moment before it's gone.
Live in awe, allow it to stun.

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

Coyotes

                 Coyotes

Like ghosts the pair of coyotes moved silently down the property line,
In the predawn hour, double take as they lope weary this time.
They don’t turn but know we are here,
They outrun all their fear.
 
Pinkish horizon painted on rippling clouds,
Just Molly and me, the silence loud.
Our early morning routine, peace as sun rises,
Grateful for another day with all its surprises.
 
In the distance hear the horses at the shed,
Restless and wanting to be fed.
They all face our way as return,
Bobbing heads, tummies yearn.

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

Image is dawn February 12, 2016 by Brian Bucks.