The Wind Comes

The wind comes and she blows Blows winds of disaster Chaos A multitude of things untold. Her mighty strength will subside Only when her fevered anger Has run its course And then she’ll be quiet air. No evidence detected Just anguish, heartache Sadness left That...

The Sun Shines Bright

The sun shines bright Morning, noon and into night Radiating heat Blending, making rivers flow Plants grow, the earth breathe. Life lives because of the sun Its rays beaming from very far Bringing life, birthing life Here and on distant planets Like so many stars....

Feeling

Feeling The grass grow Seeing Leaves wave in the breeze I know Know there is a God And He’s taking care of me. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2018