by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 8, 2020 | Poetry
Healthy and whole I face the day Grateful for everything That has come my way. No turmoil, no destitute Just the rising sun’s Rays Warming all the land. And grasses waving Hello In the meadow Where they stand. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 7, 2020 | Poetry
All days melt together Blending in the night In the quiet, Long way before Sun’s rays break At daylight. Hopes for tomorrow Despair on yesterday All fall away In the blending of today From here, from there From yesterday. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
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...