Deep green of
Large maple leaves
As experience anew
Small hometown not home anymore
As prairie of Nebraska wilts
Under brutal heat
Hazy Fog
Central Illinois childhood
Creek frozen over
Sweeping off the snow
Ice skating
Like the hazy fog
Faint memories
As they surface
In the dark drive to work
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-086y)
West of Jacksonville
West of Jacksonville on I-72 there he was,
In woody cover near the on ramp.
Peering out from the edge at midday,
Cautious coyotee studying the world.
Traffic speeding past,
Goes unnoticed.
Wildness in our midst,
Just an observation away.
Wild parts within,
On the fringe of consciousness.
Lurking for opportunities,
To surface and hunt.
Places of passion repressed,
Eruption of love expressed.
Restraints removed,
What's dead resurrected.
Fully alive,
Fringes of me welcomed.
Integration of being,
Washed in love and flooded with peace.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.