by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 18, 2019 | Poetry
May the trees survive winter Blossom in the spring Sending forth life Giving all, nourishing. May the sun rise in the morning Rest asleep at night To come up the next morning Bringing warmth, love And fields of waving buttercup delight. May the seeds dropped in fall...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 14, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
Wandering thru my heartland Down by the meadow where an old tree stands No one knows the meadow nor the stream tricking by Only robins and larks sing the way to the meadow Where squirrels sleep and play near by. May my wandering thru grasses Growing tall in that sweet...