Spring Has Come

  Spring has come and sweet blossoms blow On a gentle breeze full of promise Creating magic in this that could be A nursery rhyme. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Brave Barking Dog

The barking woke her with a start To a smoke filled room she must depart She knew that barking saved her life That awful, fateful night. Through the flames she did race Flying down the stairs with saving grace Outside on the lawn, there she realized The barking was...

The Light Is Slowly Lifting Up

The light is slowly lifting up The obscurity that hides my soul Touching, warming a heart Immeshed in woeful sorrow. Drying tears sadly falling Cascading to the ground While trembling lips remember Days when sadness was The sound. But light does lift up To a higher...

I Must

I must give without expectationI must live a life with pureness in my heartI must not judge but acceptI must just live my best.~ Patrice© Patrice Clarkson – 2013