Wildcat Hills

Wildcat Hills

Shear mist
canoodling the escarpment
hugging tight and low
femine contours

Summer's burnt prairie
grass green, tips brown
droplets hang heavy
surrendering to delicate brush

(18-219z)

Come Alive

          Come Alive

Fiery blood horizon line
First edge of red sun
Appears casting pink hues
Softly on gentle clouds

Pink tint blankets the hills
Glory of another sunrise
Awakens all that Winter numbs
Come alive my soul

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-034B)

Red Sun

               Red Sun

Reddish pink sky awakens
Reflecting off soft clouds
Rippled as a calm sea
Arousing dormant hope

Brilliant red sun
About to pierces eastern horizon
Pinkish light emblazons tops of Wildcat Hills
Wakened beauty stirs innermost desires

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-026Z)