The sky is beauty
Flowers be
The most beautiful
Anyone could ever see.
Summers’ come
It’s weaving a warm, soft web
Enveloping all spring’s brought
From winter’s dread.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

The sky is beauty
Flowers be
The most beautiful
Anyone could ever see.
Summers’ come
It’s weaving a warm, soft web
Enveloping all spring’s brought
From winter’s dread.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Can’t help but see
The world living, unfolding
As it should be.
Can’t help but feel
The soft and gentle caring
Beneath my feet.
Can’t help but hear
A song of love
Filling each of my ears.
Can’t help but live
A life full of harmony
Can’t help but see all this, around me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Somewhere along the way
My heart bled and sadness, sorrow
Washed away.
Somewhere along the way
I don’t know where or will I stay
Near or far, far away.
Somewhere along the way
My heart bled and washed
All thoughts of you away.
Somewhere
Somewhere along the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016



Flowing freely on the flow
Floating softly across the sky
Walking slowly around the bend
The funny thing is no one
Knows where I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016


Love is never lost
Only left behind or put in a place
Where it can’t grow.
Sow love seeds so dear
Nurture, care
Watch love grow.
No needy nor neglect
Let love grow in your heart
Don’t let it be, ever lost.
For this you’ll know
As you watch it grow
Love can never, ever be lost.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

We’re ‘In It’s Grip’ but not the weather. Stay safe and well ❤

In it’s grip
It’s grip so tight
Hearing ice crack
As limbs fight to stay aloft
In the cruel, bleak night
Sparks shoot into the sky
Wires break, electricity dies.
We wait for help, to understand
A world changed, transformed
Across our little plot of land.
No cell phone works
No lights come on
Except from generators
Throttled up, throttled down.
While chainsaws roar cross the land
We do our best
To clean up, to understand.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

In the dusky river silence flows
Flowers shimmer along the shoals
No one knows which way it goes
Only those that climb upon the shore
Reach for heaven and nothing more.
The deer, the doe drink their fill
Watching always for threats and still
They move with poise
Knowing others come, living life
Wherever the dusky, silent river flows.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016


Why have I been brought to this spot?
Why do I live and exist while others have not?
Where will I go?
Who will I see?
Just what will become of me?
The answers not told at least not to me
But then if I knew
What would I do?
With that which is laid out for me?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

The cover of darkness
Has been rolled back
Slowly, so slowly light creeps
Into the day
Til the sun shines bright
Giving light, lighting each way
To everyone, everything
Each and everyday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015