by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 11, 2020 | Poetry
Cursed snow falls Blanketing life with a dirty white Melting in spring revealing No more than everything Cursed snow. Cursed snow blows Filling all nooks and crannies Whistling round corners Blowing white, blowing blind Cursed snow. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 10, 2019 | Poetry
Snow comes flying down laying waste to brown ground swirls, banks of white blowing on into night. Hiding the sun, the moon making all the landscape a stark sight enveloping the earth like a giant cocoon . It may be tomorrow all will melt til then enjoy the scene and...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 2, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
I hear the howl Of a lonesome wind Winding thru the trees Branches, limbs. Leaving all to chance She sweeps across the land Blowing with her Good fortune, losses But nothing that holds on That can withstand. Her mind is elsewhere A place she came from Wandering...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 26, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Wind blowing Hollering Thru the trees Breaking Smashing Everything it sees. Cruel Sparing none Blowing all night Til The morning sun. Devastation Greets the day All hard work All blown away. Nothing left But clean up Arrange And hold back Despair. Know The sun will...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 25, 2013 | Poetry
Soft and fluffy white Settling, blowing light Blows across fields buried In white snow. A caw sounds the sound That winter’s come It’s all around Listen, listen to that sound. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...