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 | Oct 11, 2017 | My Musings, Poetry
I feel the sadness, the dying life Into hibernation No movement til the unfrozen Comes back, springs to life. Melancholy knowing The ground will hold still Covered in snow And frozen ice. Through cycles of the land Eons of living life The world changes showing Birth,...