by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 14, 2017 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
by Patrice Clarkson | May 20, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Husk falls, dropping to the ground Seeds of wonder spattered all around. Dead or dying not necessarily their fate Taking food, taking strength From the earth, the ground on which They were spat, they grow and create. Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees Strong and...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 31, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Must be close to spring For squirrels are making out On the deck railing. Must be close to spring For deer are eating Sprigs of exposed grass Instead of bark and things. Must be close to spring For redwing blackbirds sing A lovely song of spring. Must be close...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 15, 2013 | Poetry
Tenderness, sweetness Is all I can think Til we meet again Again. Journeys are bold Excursions wondrous sure But nothing will be nothing Until I see and you hold me. Then and only then It will surely be Tenderness, sweetness For me. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson...