by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 25, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Snow blows It leaves for dead Spring blossoms, warm summer Where footprints lightly tread. Deep in blowing snow Hold fast to warmth Radiating from the fireplace glow Now is not the time To let bird feeders run low. Snow white Blowing snow covers all In cold and harsh...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 4, 2011 | Poetry
Summer rain making way once again for fall colors raining down on crisp ground golden brown, vibrant and pure. Sending us on the road be prepared, be secure knowing all is full and ready for winter white that follows These lovely fall colors. Summer rain, fall colors...