Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.
Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Dear sweet spirit take control
Guide my hand, my heart
And please my soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Feeling waves of magnitude
Washing thru me
Smacking in the face as it
Crashes over me.
Washing down to the ground
Ebbing back, coming forward
With sounds of thunder
Hitting high above and below me.
Stand, stand my ground
Wait til it dies down
Wth no more crashing
All around, round me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Fall has come, its presence felt
The lane is crowded with leaves that fell
Geese fly through coloured hills
Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys.
While squirrels cache seeds
Nuts and whatever they can fill
Holes hidden hopefully to remember
In the cold winter still.
Sorrow, anticipation crowd my mind
At the last of summer as it falls to winter
In midst of such beauty that sends
Chills to the soul and thrills the mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Lighting strikes a hummingbird
As she sits, sleeping in the night.
Thunder crashes
Wind wails
Rain weeps.
No right is done
When tragedy screams thru
A dark, unforgiving night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I Lost My Heart
Somewhere last night
Can’t find it
I’ve looked all night.
It wasn’t in the bed
We slept in last night
Nor on the table where we sat
Holding hands last night.
Maybe on the pathway
We walked just before midnight
No, couldn’t find it
Even thu I looked
All thorough the night.
Then in the morning
In the morning light
I found my heart
Found my heart unbroken
You’d held it in your arms
All through the loving night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
So cool today a chickadee came
To where the feeder should be
She looked and looked
Then took a flight around
Just to check no seeds were hidden
Near or on the ground.
It’s only August, too soon for seeds
Flowers bloom in all their majesty
But honestly, look closely
I see them shivering
Shaking in the breeze.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Wondering why or did I see
How the heart mends
Without any seams.
Tragedy, chaos and most likely strife
Rip holes in my being
Then along comes kindness
Dipped in strength
Changing everything.
A smile, a laugh, a gentle caress
Hold me together
Thru anything.
I’m not wondering
I know, I see
With love my heart mends
Without any seams.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The heart is mended, the life is fine
No thought is taken
Of what happened back in time.
Moving forward, risking not
Becoming ice
In a land that’s hot.
Then in the midst of emptiness
She dares, she dreams
she dreams a lot.
~ Patrice
® Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Creatures large and small
Stand at the entrance leading you in
Making troubles seem not at all.
No words are spoken
No hand is touched
No promise made.
Still you know your world is right
You lived, you loved
And had so much.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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