Precious little
Comes to mind
When I hold the world
So divine.
Precious little
Crosses my mind as flowers bloom
Streams run wild
Mountains are so fine.
Precious little
Is on my mind
I can’t decide whether to run away
Relish or to hide.
Precious little
Is mine
Mine to decide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Snow falls
Covers all
Falling
Falling
Drifting to the ground.
Piled high
Almost to the sky
Snow blows
Blows
Blows all around.
Critters dive
Into banks of white
Some to hide
Others to
Eat
Eat a hidden feast.
On a ground covered
There is no sound
As snow falls
Covering
Covering frozen ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
See the depth there inside
Where no one can or could ever hide.
There inside let me be the one who stands
And sees what can be not that what shouldn’t be.
See the depths close you eyes
Be at peace because here inside you can reside
Safe secure til all is right outside.
Dwell inside but first look deep inside
See the depth where it does reside.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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