by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 12, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
I see a rabbit hopping Out along the back All is quiet, except honking No one could miss that! Honking geese as they fly In for their morning feast They can’t afford to miss that! Freezing rain has coated Covered all While trees hang in silence Bowing to...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 4, 2012 | Poetry
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