There Wasn’t Much Time

There wasn’t much time There wasn’t a lot So into the depth I went I sought. Not hoping to sacrifice Those I’d lost Maybe to recover my love My lot.  In this life I’ve been living Living with no thought For those I’ve hurt or discarded...

Rain Falls

Rain falls Pouring down Wholly drenching parched hard ground Giving life to what was once brown. Rain falls Its pouring down. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2015