By living
in
the past
You have no future.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026


May the trees survive winter
Blossom in the spring
Sending forth life
Giving all, nourishing.
May the sun rise in the morning
Rest asleep at night
To come up the next morning
Bringing warmth, love
And fields of waving buttercup delight.
May the seeds dropped in fall
Spring, rise, growing tall
Spreading roots out for nourishment
Leaves reaching up, growing
Til the fall.
May the wind blow breezes
Both strong or gentle
And then not at all.
May they bring on currents
Moisture, rain to quench
The thirst of everyone
Everyone, everything and all.
May, may we live
May we live us all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019





When
I look back
I see a life so different
so not
the present me
My heart
beats
my eyes see
but
not the way
the way it use to be
Maybe
I’ve grown
maybe I’ve lived
different lives
from an enfant
to
that young girl
oh so lost, asking why
Then
I seen my life
my existence
in a frame
of nature’s beauty
full of kindness
and
singing so sweet
It became the basis
of
how I live
how
I enjoy and love
Letting go
of
anger
sadness so bleak
those things lived
back there
in
yesterday
Those things I now do not seek.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026


Peace and quiet
is
what I get
with
sounds of silence
I won’t forget.
Moving softly
beneath the sky
looking
trying my best
not to cry.
For above
and
all around me
beauty reigns
not speaking
anything.
Yet
clearly
I hear a sweet refrain
echoing, echoing
all through
this magnificent terrain.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026
