Marching On

Marching on Thru the wind, the rain All’s the same But Do I gain ground or just march March on, march on. ~ Patrice   © Patrice Clarkson – 2016

I Didn’t Know, I Don’t Know

I didn’t know, I don’t know How it would go Could I reframe From Laughing, smiling or crying Hold it close Or Let it go Take a step to the left or Move Back to the right Turn Go anywhere But does it seem right Cause I didn’t know, I don’t know....

In It’s Grip

  In it’s grip It’s grip so tight Hearing ice crack As limbs fight to stay aloft In the cruel, bleak night Sparks shoot into the sky Wires break, electricity dies. We wait for help, to understand A world changed, transformed Across our little plot of...

It Blows Again

It blows again, Drifting too, across the land No remorse It just covers bursting, growing, green land Squirrels sigh, birds don’t sing Blowing snow Covers everything. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson 2016

Thinking

Thinking of the beauty Here in spring. Thinking of growth The rising from the ground. Thinking of life’s birth anew Oh so profound. Thinking of creation’s magic Like the beauty in a wren’s song. Thinking Thinking  of a song. ~ Patrice © Patrice...