Bright sky glistens in the trees
Flowers reach and bees consume
Nectar rich in sweet, sweet bounty
Gentle smells, sounds relaxing
When breezes carry ease to me
The mighty sun looks down
And sees.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014


When the busyness and crazies
Go swirling around my head
When the future and past collide
With something full of only dread.
That’s when
I must hollow out a niche
And cuddle there instead.
Cause no one has
Ever heard of chicken soup
To ease the sop
That fills my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013