by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 4, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Sometimes sadness falls So far Desperately need not Feel that scar Sadness Melancholy breeding Gaining ground. Spreading out Seeping deep Within the psychic far Oh so far around. Trembling lips reach out Grabbing, holding on No hollow Shallow victory But a life Maybe...
by Patrice | May 22, 2012 | My Musings
This is the second part of what I experienced travelling the back gravel roads. It was something very special. The fawn walked slowly towards his mom. Wondered if he had been hit, but as I watched him, he seemed to move fine. His mom was so beside herself. She was a...