by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 8, 2019 | Poetry
Terrible times do happen They wind around time Twisting, turning Making taking a breath Seem like a crime. But they will pass The sun will shine The sky beam a cerulean blue Pouring rain washing away Terrible times residue. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 16, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Rain, pouring rain, cold, colder still Chills falling, falling down again Winter’s come, pass the fall Summer’s gone, we’ve missed it all. One thing we can do Is pray for spring, feel the dew Then summer’s warmth will arrive Holding us, in her...