by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 5, 2019 | Poetry
Seldom do I see the likes of you heading down the same path as me. We talk and laugh, pass the time of day never once thinking what has happened yesterday. This moment is all we have Never looking forward to what may come in future days. Then I’ll...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 6, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
A deer came by my window She stopped. looked me in the eye She flicked her tail, twitched her ear As she listened for danger near by Then on down the path she went No longer seen by me Disappearing into the woods On this bright beautiful, sunny day. A few minutes...