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 | May 12, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes Shattering life, no respite Falling into spring cold and shivering Hovering over brave blooms As you come to make a summer home In this land that has no way To warm and comfort On this cold spring day. Fly south I’d say,...