by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 12, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
The call of the jay rips thru still, damp air Mist rises while a red squirrel fights for his share As a deer trudges pass all these affairs No one notices the cardinal’s not there. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 26, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Mist rises from a land Wet with prosperity Vibrant green leads the way On a day full Of joy and loyalty. This is my day all the way Nothing will stop me From being that person The land, wind and rain Will make me. Mist rises and I see What I need in a land vibrant...