by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 3, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Golden leaves swaying On a November breeze Floating, cascading down Landing on soon to be Frozen, winter ground. Woods are silent, hushed, listening To the still quiet as a hunter lurks Waiting to kill in the midst Of golden leaves falling, raining down Upon barren,...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 28, 2012 | Poetry
Powerful and immaculate That’s what I want to be Free floating over all my destiny Seeing life as it should be Glorious, magnificent needing Nothing but me. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2012