Grass grows up
From falling spring rain
As nutrients blend
Into earth parched cold
From winter’s freezing reign.
Optimistic and hopeful
Flowers bud
Unfurl
To warm sun rays.
Babies of all kinds born
Guarded lovingly by
Mothers, fathers working tirelessly
Feeding open mouths
Sometimes hard to attain.
Spring has come
The air is full
With a sweet, melodic refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Nobody said I had to know
Nobody knew whether
I needed to go
To a place so true
Where the sky is a radiant blue
The grass beneath soft, tender feet
Welcomes all
And holds them safe
Need not go to another place.
Nobody knew
Nor did they say
What would happen in a place
So full of beauty, dignity
And quiet grace
That I know, I’ll live, I’ll see today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I’m here
And have been before
Nothing is negative
Everything is forever more.
Shape and time may change
The world revolve
In a different timeframe
Still all is forever
Forever the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When I felt your heart next to mine
When I saw my life and yours intertwined
My soul was full and so sublime
When I was yours and you were mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I don’t know what’s to be
Not my responsibility
I do know I can’t be afraid
Of the future nor remorseful
Of my past destiny.
My duty to me
Is to combine what I don’t know
With what I do know
Living in the midst of that
Which is now a blessed me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Putting together
A plan
Making it work
Making it grand.
Don’t know
The outcome
Don’t know the path
I must take.
Only thing I know
I have a plan
And it is great
Grandiose and grand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I’ll hold you
Til my heart burns out
My lips not speak
And
My eyes won’t cry.
Then and only then
Will I let you go
Free
To be in eternity.
I’ll still be there
And
Together we’ll share
A love so strong
Not a word or a universe
Can keep us apart.
For you, you see
Will always be
A burning
A burning in my heart
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
There I am in my robe
Watching closely as the earth disrobes
All it’s ugly, nasty things
Rising up in beauty
Filled with summer and with spring.
Winter’s cold, bitter hate
Melted here, no distaste
Only warm, fulfilling beams
Creating more lovely dreams.
Bless the ground I stand upon
Know it gives me faith true and strong
Trusting I’ll be here long after
Spring flowers fade and go
But memories of what has been
Or yet to come
Will hold my own sheltering robe so tight
That I know I will be safe
On earth’s soft ground tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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
You haven’t seen
All that needs to be seen
You haven’t heard the sound
Of a bird laughing
You haven’t been able
To show the world as one
No fractures
No acts hostile nor kind
No
That’s because
You’re not the one.
You’re part of the fibre
Enmeshed in it all
You are one of many
You are different
And still the same
You are loved and loving
In a sweet refrain
Sung by one
Who does it all
And
We don’t even know
His real name.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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