I Hear The Grass Growing

by | May 21, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry

I hear the grass growing See the leaves unfurl No clock ticking Telling them their journey Their time is now due Yet each and every year They know just what to do.  The reason I’ve discovered A mind A mastermind is holding court Creating, making things The way...

Spring Has Come

by | May 20, 2013 | Poetry

  Spring has come and sweet blossoms blow On a gentle breeze full of promise Creating magic in this that could be A nursery rhyme. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2013