by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 3, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Golden leaves swaying On a November breeze Floating, cascading down Landing on soon to be Frozen, winter ground. Woods are silent, hushed, listening To the still quiet as a hunter lurks Waiting to kill in the midst Of golden leaves falling, raining down Upon barren,...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 27, 2013 | Poetry
The drinks go down In the hummingbird feeder As the sun warms the sky Grass blows on a breeze Destined to bring rain To the evening’s brilliant blue sky. All seems right All seems as it should be No sight of anger Or struggle to combat. Just a spring day Over...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 29, 2011 | Poetry
Free and open space. That’s what I need. Feel the wind on my face In a free and open space. All distractions, lots of action In this free and open space . Inhale the air Feel the coolness in the breeze In a open, a free and open space Somewhere that I need....