by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 4, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
Holy smoke, holy crap We survived all of that. Pouring torrent of driving rain Wind hollering thru branches Blowing here then there no refuge anywhere Lightning strikes, thunder claps A storm it is Holy smoke, holy crap. Then the rain slows down to a tickle Leaves...
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,...