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, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Snow is blowing once again
Spewing doubt of whether
A heart will beat and families meet
In this world or after.
Sadness is a trait
Carried on an atmosphere
That makes us feel so small
Full of heartache, heartache
Is what we feel us all.
Thru the cold may we flourish
Someday in the warmth
Of sunshine of the sun
Share laughter with family
And all friends
No sorrows or past regrets
Just pleasure at its best.
So, may snow blow love
Far into spring
Caressing thru a summer
That’s falling into fall.
Thats, that’s what we hope for
Even have the nerve to request
Oh yes, that would be the best
For us all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Clear the cold move it aside
As you open the door
To the warmth inside.
Stand at that door
Caress it’s warm, weathered face
Know it has stood brave
Against all menacing waves.
This door holds strong
With a courageous face
You can embrace the beauty
That exquisite grace.
Step inside
You are safe.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
We are in a deep freeze
A deep, deep freeze
Cold does not cover what it is
Breath taken away
Frozen in a frigid atmosphere.
Those you hold dear
Should not be out or near
Frozen
Smother instead with warm
Blankets of unfrozen love.
Polar bear cold
Things are froze
No one knows how deep
Or long it will go
Don’t know.
Please no longer than a sleep
Let it creep back up
Let us experience heat
No more deep, deep freeze
Oh please some heat!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
You wait and hope
My heart will open
And let you
Back in.
I cannot see how
It will ever be
So much has passed
So much
I can’t let go.
My heart was open
Once to only you
You trudged across
Careless cold.
Now you must
Wait and hope
That is what
You can do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Burr it’s cold
Burr what’s next
To unfold?
Wind is blowing
Leaves are gone
Flocks of geese
Not to be found.
Winter today could unfold
Cause burr, burr
It’s really cold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Frost crunches beneath my feet
Sodden leaves weep and weep
Fall has come bare bones are cold
The sun shines but no warmth
In this season’s end
I behold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes
Shattering life, no respite
Falling into spring cold and shivering
Hovering over brave blooms
As you come to make a summer home
In this land that has no way
To warm and comfort
On this cold spring day.
Fly south I’d say, then wait a day
Before braving storms to come back
To the land you can call
A summer home once more
Yes, I saw a hummingbird
Amongst snowflakes just today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Snow falls softly down
Down on hardened ground
Covering lightly
Frozen fallen leaves
Dropped from lofty trees
All bare
Just standing there.
Snow flakes gently falling
Down upon the ground
Lightly dusting those
That can’t wait to be covered
In a light atmosphere
Enveloping, buffering from the cold
All this you do behold.
Breathe in frosty air
Feel the flakes caress your soul
As they tumble softly down
Gently landing on frozen ground
This is their time
For falling, coming down
See the snow fall softly down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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