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,...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 3, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
We are in a deep freeze A deep, deep freeze Cold does not cover what it is Breath taken away Frozen in a frigid atmosphere. Those you hold dear Should not be out or near Frozen Smother instead with warm Blankets of unfrozen love. Polar bear cold Things are froze No...