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

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September Morn

September Morn

Sun peaks over
the hill shyly

Soft fleshy pink
greets me

Daily routine
walking Molly

In the hay field
round bales

Still smell sweet
as walk past

Hush lay upon
greenness of September

Irrigation water jostling
in concrete ditch

One more week
'til water silenced

Preparation for Fall
on the ranch

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-251B)

Feral

                     Feral

Morning fog clings tightly
Emracing soft earth
Flesh color beautifully accented
From evening rain

Calls seducingly deep in soul
Feral places awaken
Running free and wild
No longer separated from being

Sweet kiss of ruby red dawn
Stirs long dormant places
Fire kindled into blaze
Reflected in aroused eyes

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-227B)

December's Cold Moon

      December's Cold Moon

December's Cold Moon
Hidden behind clouds
Curtained in darkness
After ground kissed by clouds

Light hidden in thick clouds
Long Night's Moon grudgingly yields
Glow begins in the East
Dawn's curtain slowly drawn open

Last full moon of the year
Flees from sight
Displayed by sun's strength
Piercing thick cloud curtain

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-350C)

Cold Blazing Kiss

         Cold Blazing Kiss

Sun hides just below ridge
Fiery cloud cuts the sky
Juxtaposed against cold
Greeted with attention getting snow

Contentment in awareness
Seeing beauty others miss
Awakens sleepy places
Coldness like a blazing kiss

Slumbering thoughts no longer still
Pink horizon arouses eyes
Cheeks embrace the chill
In serenity hear heart cries

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