Finches come
Then
They go to their life
All so full.
They flutter, eat
And
Fight amongst themselves
Such a sight
To behold!
Finches
To the feeder
Where I watch them
For
Hours untold.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024





It all comes together
It all falls apart
Here I am trying
Trying to keep it together
Nevermore
To be apart.
My duty is explicit
My chores
Cannot be left undone
Not fall apart.
For that’s how life goes
That’s what we must do
Bring it all together
Never
Let it fall apart.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024

The sun breaks
over a brown earth
Left as if dead from winter storms
But then
In the midst of all broke
Deemed dead and dying
Is a small green shoot
Emerging
Bringing life
To a winter weary land.
The warm sun gives life
Nurtures
The rising ones
Spring
Has come
As winter retreats
Only
On a later day
To blast
Blow once again.
The sun then rests
Satisfied
she has done her best
Thou
She too
Will be back
Tomorrow
To nurture, bring life
With a warm, radiating
Spring sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020


In retrospect
I see so clearly
The problems I had
Answers
That evaded me
In retrospect
I could have
Done things
Differently
In retrospect
I know my life
Could have been
Changed drastically
But
In retrospect
Then I would not be
The person I’ve become
I need to be
In retrospect.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

