by Patrice Clarkson | May 11, 2017 | Poetry
Clouds thunder Making sounds that whack Fearful people shiver Their hearts pierced By a cold, wet spear Dark black clouds blow Souls washed away In a heartless, driving rain. Find shelter, find strength Hold out your hand Feel instead a soft gentle rain No sounds...
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 15, 2016 | Poetry
Rain, rain falls Rain stays washing, watering All that seeks its life-giving ways Dripping, dropping from the sky Soaking, watering all that is so dry As thanks is raised in arms outstretched Blessing drops that give life back To a land parched Near the throes...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 4, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
A robin wings her way south Buffeting winds That may drive her off course Today undaunted She stays focused on her way Though wind, rain and snow She goes to the place Where the sun glows heat And where she stays Til its time once again To fly north With all her...
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...