by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 18, 2019 | Poetry
May the trees survive winter Blossom in the spring Sending forth life Giving all, nourishing. May the sun rise in the morning Rest asleep at night To come up the next morning Bringing warmth, love And fields of waving buttercup delight. May the seeds dropped in fall...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 13, 2017 | My Musings, Poetry
Seeking Helping the world turn away From the horrors, destruction Man has played No virtue in it, no redeeming grace Just sadness and wretched feelings In this place. Maybe tomorrow When the sun does rise Man will wake up and take pride In making a place where all are...