Grass grows up
From falling spring rain
As nutrients blend
Into earth parched cold
From winter’s freezing reign.
Optimistic and hopeful
Flowers bud
Unfurl
To warm sun rays.
Babies of all kinds born
Guarded lovingly by
Mothers, fathers working tirelessly
Feeding open mouths
Sometimes hard to attain.
Spring has come
The air is full
With a sweet, melodic refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Drip, drop of rain
Falling down
Rushing thru the drain
Life is sometimes like
Falling rain
A mediocre time turned
To all desired, wanted
Coming down like rain.
Once again
Listen
To the drip, drop
Of quiet summer rain.
Feel it’s vibrance change
The ordinary
To a spectacular refrain
This I know
As I listen to that rain
You’ll never ever
Ever be the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Drip, drip of falling rain
Settles deep down the drain.
Is my life like that rain?
Have I flushed myself away?
Can I grasp strands of grace, gratitude
Interspersed with love
Pulling up myself to stay
in a world not only to survive
But live a life
Where I don’t want to die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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