Wind Blows

        Wind Blows 

Wind blows and snow dances

Covering tracks of past

Pure white, clean

As though never disturbed

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-022A)

Snow Fences

Highway 85 Between Newcastle, WY. and Mule Creek Junction

                            Snow Fences

Between Mule Creek Junction and Newcastle
Old snow blown against snow fences
Waves of snow tempest of frozen prairie
Beauty and raw in brilliant light

Purity covers the high plains
Respect for the season and power of creation
Can gaze into beauty
Today calm of storm past

Fury relented days ago
Left with a white ocean
Adrift in sparseness
Covered in holy white

Dressed in purity
Displaying splendor
Awe and wonder
Draws me to Father

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-016A)

Purity

Spring Snow Today

Lilac Blossoms Today

Purity

snow falls

white velcro

sticky clean

purity’s stickiness

landing on all

everyone, everything belongs

adorned in innocence

wedding day white

spring’s blossoms didn’t ask

yet cleanly coated

beauty to gaze upon

eyes drawn to heavy limbs

weighed with purity

walk among the sacred

allow self to be glazed

purity invites participation

engage in the joy and anticipation

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

Bear Getting Glazed with Purity
And Wondering When Warmth Returns