by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 3, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry
Snow flies And we answer Why? Why? Blizzards blow fierce white Changing darkness Into a brilliant seeing night. Cold with icicles Dripping down Covering a frigid, frozen ground. Rivers run underneath A covering of ice and snow Sometimes more than a foot deep. We live...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 12, 2017 | My Musings, Poetry
Melancholy feelings Sorry heart Trudging through the snow Feeling It’s cold, cold heart. Icicles dangling, dripping To sadden, frozen ground No where to go Misery Sadness all around. Then the sun shines Spreading, singing like a lark Warming all the world...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 25, 2016 | Poetry
Sometimes The snow flies quietly down Melting before It touches frozen ground. No thunder clap Heralds the falling down No flash of blazing light Lets us know. No roar or rush Of coming water no Just snow Snow quietly falling down. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 26, 2012 | Poetry
Snow falls softly down Down on hardened ground Covering lightly Frozen fallen leaves Dropped from lofty trees All bare Just standing there. Snow flakes gently falling Down upon the ground Lightly dusting those That can’t wait to be covered In a light atmosphere...