by Patrice Clarkson | May 1, 2019 | Poetry
Grass grows up From falling spring rain As nutrients blend Into earth parched cold From winter’s freezing reign. Optimistic and hopeful Flowers bud Unfurl To warm sun rays. Babies of all kinds born Guarded lovingly by Mothers, fathers working tirelessly Feeding...
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...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 10, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Drip, drip of falling rain Settles deep down the drain. Is my life like that rain? Have I flushed myself away? Can I grasp strands of grace, gratitude Interspersed with love Pulling up myself to stay in a world not only to survive But live a life Where I don’t...