Anticipation, excitement brews
Tomorrow is open
I just have to put my way on cruise.
Glide thru the troubles
Step over the sad
Tomorrow is my pleasure
A sum of all I’ve had.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The morning doesn’t run away
It stands and looks ahead
To what will come to be
On this now, breaking day.
No regrets should start the way
no ‘what if’ nor nothing negative
Be brought to this new day.
Only anticipation, happiness
With excitement on the face
That stands, looks forward
To this one bright, perfect day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Fall has come, its presence felt
The lane is crowded with leaves that fell
Geese fly through coloured hills
Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys.
While squirrels cache seeds
Nuts and whatever they can fill
Holes hidden hopefully to remember
In the cold winter still.
Sorrow, anticipation crowd my mind
At the last of summer as it falls to winter
In midst of such beauty that sends
Chills to the soul and thrills the mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Travelling down a no return road
Going forward pass signs
On this winding, bending road
That tell me what’s ahead
Sometimes full of anticipation
Sometimes only dread.
Going forward
Not looking back
Not using a rearview mirror
To see behind
There’s no use in using that.
On the side of this my road
I’m passing beauty there
Just up to me to behold.
My salvation
May be at the end
Of this my own long road
But the journey to that place
Is up to me to unfold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Fall has come, its presence felt
The lane is crowded with leaves that fell
Geese fly through coloured hills
Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys.
While squirrels cache seeds
Nuts and whatever they can fill
Holes hidden hopefully to remember
In the cold winter still.
Sorrow, anticipation crowd my mind
At the last of summer as it falls to winter
In midst of such beauty that sends
Chills to the soul and thrills the mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Travelling down a no return road
Going forward pass signs
On this winding, bending road
That tell me what’s ahead
Sometimes full of anticipation
Sometimes only dread.
Going forward
Not looking back
Not using a rearview mirror
To see behind
There’s no use in using that.
On the side of this my road
I’m passing beauty there
Just up to me to behold.
My salvation
May be at the end
Of this my own long road
But the journey to that place
Is up to me to unfold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Time passes, lights grow dim
Year ends another begins.
No sadness felt only anticipation
Of newness to begin.
See Down the road, see what lies ahead
Trust your soul, trust your head
To lead you where you haven’t tread
There to be a free and happy being.
Time passes, lights grow dim
Year ends, another begins.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011