by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 9, 2020 | Poetry
Morning rain falls Resting in puddles All along the path As rainbows glisten in drops Radiated by a rising sun. No ones whistles For the sound would break The quiet of raindrops falling Moist, life giving drops Soaking into earth parched From a now brighting sun. By...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 31, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Slowly, quietly I walk along the path The winds and curves are treacherous Stones and rocks stand out to trip But finding soft ground I tread the gentle path For the entire world can be seen In this winding way My own living way, my lifelong path. ~ Patrice © Patrice...
