Clouds boil black across the sky
hiding goodness, laughter
beneath an unforgiving land
the sun can’t shine nor rivers flow
there is no time for kindness to be bestowed.
Maybe tomorrow
or
the day after that
brightness and laughter
will replace all this awful crap.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Not sure, not sure why
the world turns the way it does
clouds stream across the sky
birds sing and cows call.
I stand in the midst of it all
and
I’m not sure
not sure why.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
The bird flies
It’s wings glide across the sky
Floating on the breeze
Landing with grace and ease
To pick up food and drink
Then off onto
The invisible breeze
A friend, a mate flying next to her
Together, they’ll rule the skies
Up where all birds fly.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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