by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 14, 2020 | Poetry
A hummingbird came he sat on the the stair his words were luscious I knew he was there. The beat of his wings the flow of his heart moved me to tears I bowed down I cried I cried a lot. For no more til spring will I hear those sounds as snow falls baring down on a...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 3, 2016 | Poetry
Snow falls Covers all Falling Falling Drifting to the ground. Piled high Almost to the sky Snow blows Blows Blows all around. Critters dive Into banks of white Some to hide Others to Eat Eat a hidden feast. On a ground covered There is no sound As snow falls...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 3, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Golden leaves swaying On a November breeze Floating, cascading down Landing on soon to be Frozen, winter ground. Woods are silent, hushed, listening To the still quiet as a hunter lurks Waiting to kill in the midst Of golden leaves falling, raining down Upon barren,...
