Winter’s cold can be a blight
Forcing sensitive to be uptight
Shivering, shaking lost control
Looking for a soft, warm cozy hole.
Howling wind does not let up
Whipping tender
Devouring them up.
Sun is bright but freezing cold
Touching frost
With icicles dripping
Froze.
Marching thru at its own rate
Making us appreciate
Spring’s thaw
Yes
No one can really wait.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Feeling sick today
And
It just won’t go away.
No bright sunshine
No howling wind
Can ease this feeling
Deep within.
Take it away
Pick it up
Put it somewhere
I won’t feel it
Anymore today.
Ringing, weakness
Sickness too
Go away
I don’t want you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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