by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 28, 2018 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 30, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Fall has come, its presence felt The lane is crowded with leaves that fell Geese fly through coloured hills Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys. While squirrels cache seeds Nuts and whatever they can fill Holes hidden hopefully to remember In the cold winter...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 16, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Rain, pouring rain, cold, colder still Chills falling, falling down again Winter’s come, pass the fall Summer’s gone, we’ve missed it all. One thing we can do Is pray for spring, feel the dew Then summer’s warmth will arrive Holding us, in her...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 12, 2014 | Poetry
Feel the fall The crash The bang. See it all shatter Splatter Across the plain. Yell Scream Your anguish To cold Callous ears. This madness you discovered is here beneath your tears. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 28, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Frost crunches beneath my feet Sodden leaves weep and weep Fall has come bare bones are cold The sun shines but no warmth In this season’s end I behold. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2013