by Patrice Clarkson | May 14, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Will shorts ever be an option? Cold winds blow frozen Ice it seems encloses No bright, growing spring No warm summer sun. Harsh, angry weather Keeping winter coats on In what was suppose to be spring. No respite Birds shivering Tulips freezing Babies crying No, Shorts...
by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 3, 2017 | Poetry
Waters rush Insanity a must As the waves come Crashing down. No respite No delight Harrowing thunder Is the sound. Water courses Forces all To come with it Or to drown. Waters rush Listen Listen To the sound. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 15, 2015 | Poetry
Sudden clouds Come crashing down Throwing thunder, lighting All around. Not to rest, no respite Chaos, fear just surround Bringing dread The only feeling to be found. Over soon To see the light Feel the sprinkle washing hope Throughout the night. No more quaking No...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 12, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes Shattering life, no respite Falling into spring cold and shivering Hovering over brave blooms As you come to make a summer home In this land that has no way To warm and comfort On this cold spring day. Fly south I’d say,...