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
It blows again,
Drifting too, across the land
No remorse
It just covers bursting, growing, green land
Squirrels sigh, birds don’t sing
Blowing snow
Covers everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2016
Thinking of the beauty
Here in spring.
Thinking of growth
The rising from the ground.
Thinking of life’s birth anew
Oh so profound.
Thinking of creation’s magic
Like the beauty in a wren’s song.
Thinking
Thinking of a song.
~ 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
Silent harmony guiding me
Guiding me to all that is happy
Full of loving harmony.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In a way I can’t understand
The world whirls round
Making no excuses
Denying no light
Or darkness in the night.
I don’t understand
It’s not at my command
How rivers run, showers fall
And the world turns
Again and again.
Most of all I stand
In the midst of this
Wondering
Will I ever
Ever understand?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Feel the green coming thru
Up from ground all muddy too
Crickets run across the lane
To get to where is their domain.
Birds fly by tired from
Their trip up north
Gleaming food
from any source.
Sun is weak and far away
Coming closer day by day
Smile, relax know for sure
Weather cures all winter blues.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
When I decide
To see, to be
The compassionate being
I need to be
My heart, my soul will grow
Flourish
In this life
I’ve come to know.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Did you ever wonder why
We did the things we thought
The things we did?
No one else could tell
How it would go
It would smell
No one said or did they yell.
Then its over, we could tell
No morse code
No Hail Mary
Or playing William Tell.
All’s gone, all that’s left
Is the wonder why
We did the things we thought
The things we did
So well.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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
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