Grounded

            Grounded

Alfalfa and grass crunch
Under foot as predawn light
Awakens mind observe beauty
Refreshed from yesterday's heat

Water splashes out
Of gates from plastic ditch, ground
Sighs softly, life giving
Streeks of green, water works deep

Ebb and flow harkens to connection with soil
Grounds all that rest upon
Simple therapy unburden heart
Baggage of life lightens with each step

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-188B)

Soil of Soul

           Soil of Soul

Brisk air arouses lungs

Coldness purges conditioned air

Alive another day full of gratitude

Liminal place between night and day

Walking Molly in predawn

Owls still hooting in waning darkness

Deep breathes gathering in life

Exhaling stagnant pools exchange

Another breathe in expanding being

Senses awaken to minute details

Vision of light soft on clouds

Grayness giving way to color

Sounds of horses, dogs, and chickens

Stirring at first light

Gift of another breathe heard

Quietness renews soil of soul

Inhale stillness's renewal

Receiving so can give

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-337B)