by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 17, 2016 | Poetry
Danger, danger Beware Lurking in the dark Standing there Waiting, watching for the time When the mind Isn’t paying attention Isn’t expecting anything Like this awful crime Danger, danger Make it so it...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 27, 2015 | Poetry
Herald the coming storm Dark of night enveloping With mighty might Crossing over land Thundering Making creatures cringe While most don’t understand. Here I am Waiting, watching, listening Holding on As the coming storm Keeps coming on. ~ Patrice © Patrice...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 3, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Golden leaves swaying On a November breeze Floating, cascading down Landing on soon to be Frozen, winter ground. Woods are silent, hushed, listening To the still quiet as a hunter lurks Waiting to kill in the midst Of golden leaves falling, raining down Upon barren,...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 28, 2013 | Poetry
Darkness falls Covering all That morning bright Brought into The glaring light. Softness Peaceful resting quest Awaiting, waiting for It to start all over After a night time rest. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson...