Fall has come, its presence felt
The lane is crowded with leaves that fell
Geese fly through coloured hills
Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys.
While squirrels cache seeds
Nuts and whatever they can fill
Holes hidden hopefully to remember
In the cold winter still.
Sorrow, anticipation crowd my mind
At the last of summer as it falls to winter
In midst of such beauty that sends
Chills to the soul and thrills the mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I Lost My Heart
Somewhere last night
Can’t find it
I’ve looked all night.
It wasn’t in the bed
We slept in last night
Nor on the table where we sat
Holding hands last night.
Maybe on the pathway
We walked just before midnight
No, couldn’t find it
Even thu I looked
All thorough the night.
Then in the morning
In the morning light
I found my heart
Found my heart unbroken
You’d held it in your arms
All through the loving night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
My heart knows the way and the answer. Just listen. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
~ Reblogged from my writing, Nov. 5, 2010
I saw a leaf wave
In the breeze made
By a hummingbird’s wing.
Then is when I knew
Nothing exists on it’s own
No one, no one’s alone.
One vibration
Can set in motion waves
Creating mountains
Or deep caves.
That’s what I felt
When a hummingbird’s wing
Made a leaf wave.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Why it happened and where
Is not, I suppose
My affair.
Doesn’t stop the questions
Doesn’t make my heart open
Willing to share.
Not my affair
Not mine, not mine
I should not care.
But I do
And I wonder what happened
Even if it’s not
My affair.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Comforting with pleasure
So I greet the day
Forgotten are the terrors
I saw, heard yesterday.
Sunrise promises a fresh
A new wondrous day
Going forth, travelling down the path
Knowing, it’s all what I make it
On this glorious, new day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Glorious, glorious is all I can say
Some people are wonderful
Some people on this gracious, grand day
Make my life, my year, my month, my week
And most of all, my day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
We are here
There is a reason
Your life has purpose
Each phase is like
A season.
Cherish it
Live it to the full
And that just may be
The reason.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Understand your dreams
Listen to what they say
Hear what you must do
See what has been, what may come
Know every thought evolves from
Somewhere, something.
You dream
You dream and understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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