startles me
as water plants
not expecting new
buds and blossoms
rouge red
color of soft lips
press into
scent of rose
tickles my nose
early September
taunts of Spring
before frost arrives
beauty disrupts
my thoughts
pulls me
into present
how a simple discovery
shakes thoughts
free from
ruts worn deep
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-254C)
