A House, A Home

In the forest I found A house, a home So profound. No windows to shed light But a cozy home, a place for respite Adorned with flowers pink and white A bell to toll when someone Strange comes lurking Late at night. A front door I can’t find Yet welcome are all...

A Butterfly

A butterfly A broken wing Crushed by things unforeseen Lying hurt, dying slow Laid to rest Amidst flowers Not near as beautiful. ~ Patrice Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Answers

Why have I come? Where will I go? Answers here But Do they show The world I’ll live in Places I’ll go Feelings I’ll feel? Answers I will or will not know. ~ Patrice Patrice Clarkson –...