by Patrice Clarkson | May 14, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Will shorts ever be an option? Cold winds blow frozen Ice it seems encloses No bright, growing spring No warm summer sun. Harsh, angry weather Keeping winter coats on In what was suppose to be spring. No respite Birds shivering Tulips freezing Babies crying No, Shorts...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 7, 2017 | Poetry
It’s cold, it blows It doesn’t seem to want To go away. It strikes my heart Piercing all that’s warm Freezing it today. No pleading, crying Can make it melt Becoming rain on a sunny day. No, it’s cold It blows all thoughts Of lovely spring...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 7, 2014 | Poetry
Coldness creeps deep inside Seeping in, no way to stop No way to hide. The pain, the icy freeze Creeps and seeps Ruthless in so deep. Cuts through warmth Leaving stark cold blind To any kindness, feeling Harboured there inside. Coldness creeps, seeps inside Freezing...
by Patrice | Oct 12, 2012 | Poetry
Snow falls coming lightly down Melting ‘fore hitting ground Thoughts of pureness flowing down Freezing out illness, blight Softly pushing them far into night Cleansing, keeping warm Cold dark earth on the ground. Snow falls I can see Cleansing too my...
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...