April 7, 2022
Last used April 7/22

I feel
The flesh of my skin 
To the now coming

I see
My legs run
Across a path 
Laden with flowers 
Beauties of

I hear
A call echoing thru
my chest 
Of geese making their flight 
To reaches north
In the now here

No more
To wonder 
No more to wish 
My body knows winter is lost 
Chased away 
By beautiful, glorious
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

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