by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 2, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
I hear the howl Of a lonesome wind Winding thru the trees Branches, limbs. Leaving all to chance She sweeps across the land Blowing with her Good fortune, losses But nothing that holds on That can withstand. Her mind is elsewhere A place she came from Wandering...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 28, 2012 | Poetry
A butterfly came To my feeder today She fluttered and fluttered Then flew away. Sweet nectar she searches And sips with a touch No matter the flower Sweetness a must. A butterfly came To my feeder today She fluttered and fluttered Then flew away. ~ Patrice ...