A Hummingbird Came

A hummingbird came To my window yesterday She pleaded and begged Me not to put away That feeder which fills Her each, everyday. She needs calories To fly away On an epic journey To warm, hot lands Far far away. Maybe tomorrow She’ll leave Before the snow flies...

I Read The Old Ones

    I read The old ones And believe They were spun By masters Pass deceased. They can see All spread out Far and wide They can help me Thru and be The master here Within my own Small Little destiny. ~ Patrice    © Patrice Clarkson...