I look out on the earth
and see
things going on their way.
Birds sing, flowers bloom
bees fly
pollinating all they can
they try.
How can I not see beauty
beauty
there in front of me?
Thank the Lord
for you see, he has done this
all this magnificence
all this beauty.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
No matter what happens to me
the world will turn on into its destiny
flowers will bloom, bees be busy
nothing matters except the going
the moving from what has
to what will be.
Save your breath for breathing
your words to speak adoration
of the heaven that has given all
just for you
asking nothing in return
only wanting to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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
In the morning I come to be
In my joyous place laughing, happy
All as it should be.
As a mourning dove gives it’s plaintive call
Cars pass knowing nothing of my life
Not at all.
Birds sing, squirrels jump from branch to branch
On the hunt for the perfect breakfast,
Dinner, lunch.
Flowers bloom, waving petals in a quiet breeze
While a fly buzzes, irritating for sure
But still a life that lives, that breathes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Precious little
Comes to mind
When I hold the world
So divine.
Precious little
Crosses my mind as flowers bloom
Streams run wild
Mountains are so fine.
Precious little
Is on my mind
I can’t decide whether to run away
Relish or to hide.
Precious little
Is mine
Mine to decide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
When happiness comes to me again
When flowers bloom and my heart feels
Like its only ten.
Then, then is when joy will leap
My soul will cry
Love is here and none will die.
When happiness comes to me again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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
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