by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 8, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Drifting slowly down The last of winter softly hits the ground Melted in an instant, turning to a rain Flowing quickly, pouring down the drain Now just melancholy remembrances Of a winter almost gone. Spring emerges, quickly coming on Banks of snow melting, feeding...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 12, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Snow blows a crisp cold white Deafening on this spring morning night Flying by with a unrepentive no melting cry Once again covering all going deep down inside. Some will die in this cold white mess As snow hungers to hold a grip Til no life stirs beneath its icy...