by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 25, 2016 | Poetry
Sometimes The snow flies quietly down Melting before It touches frozen ground. No thunder clap Heralds the falling down No flash of blazing light Lets us know. No roar or rush Of coming water no Just snow Snow quietly falling down. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice | Dec 7, 2011 | Uncategorized
Turmoil, hectic, rush about. Make it plenty, plenty of whatever its about. There is no doubt This is a special time for us We must hurry, rush about. Smell the flavor Aroma whiffing ’bout Check ingredients, just the exact amount To make it pleasurable On this...