by Patrice Clarkson | May 18, 2018 | Look Back Friday, My Musings, Poetry
by Patrice Clarkson | May 20, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Husk falls, dropping to the ground Seeds of wonder spattered all around. Dead or dying not necessarily their fate Taking food, taking strength From the earth, the ground on which They were spat, they grow and create. Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees Strong and...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 17, 2012 | Poetry
Wind blowing all around Trees falling Falling to the ground Crashing, smashing all around Terror where to hide Terror, terror must decide. Smashing, crashing Wind howling all around Hide in cover, don’t peek out Be it...