Bobcat

       Bobcat

Lurking on fringes

At the edge of darkness

Probing for access

Stealth in action

Seen from afar

Horses sense presence

At property line

Seeking opportunity

Paw prints at den

Soft loamy sand

Cat tracks deceiving

Underestimating foe fatal

Element of surprise lost

Who hunts who now

Boundaries watched

No longer easy prey

Nocturnal half border collie half pyrenees

Vigilant bark has new meaning

Rifle kept close to protect

Any encroachment of farmstead

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

(16-334A)

Memories Stowed

            Memories Stowed

In darkness I drive
Before daybreak squinting my eyes
Off to work mode
Down the dirt road I go

Down the dirt road I go
Yesterday's memories stowed
Weekend leave thoughts of work rusty
Mind lethargic and dusty

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-333B)

Kneel in Submission

    Kneel in Submission

Wind pushing the grass
Forcing to kneel in submission
Sound of rustling blades
Whispers of rebellion as they chafe

Invisible foe
As it blows
Resistance grows
Powerful flow

Spit upon
By cold rain
Resentment builds
Meaning made

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-329A)

Ground Iced

               Ground Iced

Biscuit size white flakes floating
Softening the light gray horizon
Ground iced with sticky coating
Slushy late November day

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-327B)

Rocking Chair

        Rocking Chair

Squeaking rocking chair
Telling its story
Many families know
Passed dark nights of soul

Each creek a worry expressed
Released from wood deep in grain
Arms worn smooth over generations
Comfort found in motion

A parent's fear dissipated
A son's anxiety transferred
Therapy of rocking
Cleansing the soul

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-325B)

Cold Blazing Kiss

         Cold Blazing Kiss

Sun hides just below ridge
Fiery cloud cuts the sky
Juxtaposed against cold
Greeted with attention getting snow

Contentment in awareness
Seeing beauty others miss
Awakens sleepy places
Coldness like a blazing kiss

Slumbering thoughts no longer still
Pink horizon arouses eyes
Cheeks embrace the chill
In serenity hear heart cries

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-323B)

Snow Silently Floats

Snow Silently Floats

Silently snow floats
First snowfall of season
Western Nebraska's white coat
Beauty beyond reason

Hush hugs dormant things
Huddled herd finds shelter together
Fluffy whiteness to hide clings
Cool touch soft as feather

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-322B)

Frosty Moon

                     Frosty Moon

Frosty Moon low in the west
Resting upon layers of pink, purple, and blue
In a shared light as dawn breaks
With a clear sky in the east

In the liminal space
Beauty of November's Beaver Moon
Gracefully surrendering
As the light of day bursts forth

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-320C)

No More Fury

           No More Fury

Sins burnt up
In the fiery hell
Purified

Where sin once resided
Memories released in smoke
Holy ashes remain

Dark smoke released
Flame licking the sky
No more fuel to feed

Smoldering days
Glowing coals at night
No more fury to ignite

Cleared of the pain
Free of debris
New foundations lay

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-299C)

Feathery Clouds

          Feathery Clouds

Clear morning sky
Solitary feathery cloud
Horizontally hangs
Fleshy skin pinkish red

Lover in red dress
Pinkish lips full
Inviting the dare
To press my lips to hers

Crash together
Pieces sluff off
Shedding of old
New maturity and growth

Edges soften
Where one ends
And another begins
Continually woven

Twenty eight years
From day we wed
Wake to beauty beside me
Fully feminine, fully different

Mystery of union
Becoming
Two complete individuals
In union

As become more complete
More to give
Expanded ability to receive
Transformation radiates

Dynamic movement
Willing exposure
Deeper connection
So much still to explore

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-315B)

Communion of Union

Communion of Union

Father's love
Falls from above
Tasted in flesh and blood
Communion of union

Communion of union
Takes many forms
Manifest beauty
See and saw

See and saw
Teeter tauter
Balance of splendor
Know and known

Know and known
Physical expression
Heart connection
Soul to soul

Soul to soul
Drink 'til full
Love's consummation
Communion of union


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-300A)

Feathery Clouds

          Feathery Clouds

Clear morning sky
Solitary feathery cloud
Horizontally hangs
Fleshy skin pinkish red

Lover in red dress
Pinkish lips full
Inviting the dare
To press my lips to hers

Crash together
Pieces sluff off
Shedding of old
New maturity and growth

Edges soften
Where one ends
And another begins
Continually woven

Twenty eight years
From day we wed
Wake to beauty beside me
Fully feminine, fully different

Mystery of union
Becoming
Two complete individuals
In union

As become more complete
More to give
Expanded ability to receive
Transformation radiates

Dynamic movement
Willing exposure
Deeper connection
So much still to explore

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-315B)

City Lights

                  City Lights

City lights dot the darkness
Looking down on the never sleep
So much effort to still the soul
So much soul candy to fill the hole
Empty calories that never leaves one full

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-307B)

Doors

                Doors

Doors and thresholds
Open, be bold
Thaw what's cold
Let go of old

He stands to open
Grant Him access
Let Him in
He's not afraid of hidden sin

When He approaches
Doors He wants to open
Invite Him in
Tenderness He walks through

Allow love in
Displace the debris
He'll set me free
Be amazed at what He sees

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-311C)