by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 25, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Snow blows It leaves for dead Spring blossoms, warm summer Where footprints lightly tread. Deep in blowing snow Hold fast to warmth Radiating from the fireplace glow Now is not the time To let bird feeders run low. Snow white Blowing snow covers all In cold and harsh...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 3, 2016 | Poetry
Snow falls Covers all Falling Falling Drifting to the ground. Piled high Almost to the sky Snow blows Blows Blows all around. Critters dive Into banks of white Some to hide Others to Eat Eat a hidden feast. On a ground covered There is no sound As snow falls...