by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 4, 2020 | My Musings, Poetry
I wonder, wonder where The squirrel at the feeder Came from. Where the sun was before It shone in the sky. When people thought That they may fly. What was said when The mountains fell. As a earthquake opened up And shattered the ground. I wonder, wonder where The...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 31, 2016 | Poetry
The forest blooms with flowers gorgeous Even in the middle of a dreary night As light casts its rays across a pond Reflexing joy in every way. Suddenly I see a bee buzzing On a flower right there, in front of me Deer drink their fill and squirrels Rack up miles...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 20, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Birds singing in a far tree Silent sun’s rays breaking thru hovering Bee doesn’t know you or me. Tree leans to the sun as squirrels Scurry, gathering keys Unlocking nothing for chipmunks scold Cussing unknown foe hiding Waiting for them to go. Spring day...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 18, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
The morning sun rises On a day that’s My brothers Birthday! Brightly shinning sun Waving branches on a soft breeze Delicate opening flower petals Gently rolling water Snacking squirrels And a prancing baby fawn They all say HAPPY...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 31, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Must be close to spring For squirrels are making out On the deck railing. Must be close to spring For deer are eating Sprigs of exposed grass Instead of bark and things. Must be close to spring For redwing blackbirds sing A lovely song of spring. Must be close...
