by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 25, 2016 | Poetry
Sometimes The snow flies quietly down Melting before It touches frozen ground. No thunder clap Heralds the falling down No flash of blazing light Lets us know. No roar or rush Of coming water no Just snow Snow quietly falling down. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 18, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
Watching the world in front of me Busy, gracefully happy It is what it is and can be. Part of my dream, my fantasy Not a word is said, no thunder clap Only conveyed heartfelt courtesy. With this and that sitting here quietly Smiling joyfully Watching the world unfold...
