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



Total mystery holy perceives
All that flowers
On the island of sacrilege.
Not alone, never been
Muster on across the bridge
Into beauty there to live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011