by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 28, 2012 | Poetry
A butterfly came To my feeder today She fluttered and fluttered Then flew away. Sweet nectar she searches And sips with a touch No matter the flower Sweetness a must. A butterfly came To my feeder today She fluttered and fluttered Then flew away. ~ Patrice ...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 24, 2011 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
Freezing is freezing And then there is freezing. Not much else can be said Other than it’s freezing. I mean it’s freezing and freezing. Keep yourself toasty, snugly warm Never think freezing, only warm, warm warm. Because it’s freezing I mean...