Glimmer 18-142y
-i-
Beads of dew
Hang like ornaments
Mini disco balls
Separating light
-ii-
Micro prisms scatters
Sparkling rainbow
Each step
Retinal bliss
-iii-
Blades of grass
Greenness gathers
Natures teardrops
Til spills over
-iv-
Onto black boots
Coolness kisses toes
Startles warm veneer
Very dust of earth
Showing posts with label light. Show all posts
Showing posts with label light. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Glimmer
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Light
Light (18-013Z)
Fifty year old light
Hung in the room
Among the shadows
In the corner
Pull string pulled
Last time today
Ladder hauled in
Fixture screws removed
Cut around porcelain freeing
From years of paint
Wires cut
To the trash it goes
Remote control
LED light fixture
Adjustable intensity
Shadows cast away
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-013Z)
Friday, May 26, 2017
Light Echoes
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| Colorado National Monument |
Light Echoes
Light echoes with
shadows
Playful symbiosis
upon ridge
Hues of reds and
earth tones
Shifting as shadows
dance
Scrub dots the
horizon
Arid land
accommodates a lifestyle
Nature conforms to
climate
As Man modifies
water flow
Harsh line at
water's boundaries
Even as water flows
below the surface
Water and life
forged
Simplicity of
contrast
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-140C)
Monday, February 13, 2017
Engaged in Early Light
Engaged in Early
Light
Fox moving quickly
In early morn' light
Snow floating softly
As he moves across
snow covered stubble
Beauty of fluffy
tail
Graceful movement
Efficient as
continues quest
Present enough to
observe what's around me
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-011z)
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Light Absorbed
Light Absorbed
Softness of morning air,
Gentle light absorbed.
Walking gingerly with no cares,
Creation meant to be adored.
Centered in calm,
Often find peace in storm.
Surrender and give alms,
In my daybreak norm.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Softness of morning air,
Gentle light absorbed.
Walking gingerly with no cares,
Creation meant to be adored.
Centered in calm,
Often find peace in storm.
Surrender and give alms,
In my daybreak norm.
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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