by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 9, 2020 | Poetry
Morning rain falls Resting in puddles All along the path As rainbows glisten in drops Radiated by a rising sun. No ones whistles For the sound would break The quiet of raindrops falling Moist, life giving drops Soaking into earth parched From a now brighting sun. By...
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 7, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Drip, drop of rain Falling down Rushing thru the drain Life is sometimes like Falling rain A mediocre time turned To all desired, wanted Coming down like rain. Once again Listen To the drip, drop Of quiet summer rain. Feel it’s vibrance change The ordinary To a...
