by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 27, 2020 | My Musings, Poetry
A leaf falls it’s life has come to a end dropping down amongst other leaves on a dead, barren ground. A leaf falls before air is awful cold with frost foretelling things to come darkness, winter, frozen bitter cold all day then at night. A leaf falls it...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 3, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
I know the difference Between frozen and tropical land I know light is not dark And dark is not light. I know the difference Between morning and evening light The difference is obvious They are not alike. But the in-between is hazy Not easy to read A conundrum it...
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,...
