by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 18, 2020 | My Musings, Poetry
I’ve heard, I have seen Things so wondrous Just can’t believe. Trees growing living being coming to life in the spring bearing fruit summer in between falls to winter when they seem to be sleeping. One wonder to behold to be seen may be ordinary but if you...
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 7, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Drip, drop of rain Falling down Rushing thru the drain Life is sometimes like Falling rain A mediocre time turned To all desired, wanted Coming down like rain. Once again Listen To the drip, drop Of quiet summer rain. Feel it’s vibrance change The ordinary To a...