Feel The Snow Fly

Feel the snow fly
The blizzard roar
And the sky cry. 

A storm
Blows across
A cold, barren land.

No soul ventures out
No one wants to know
How cold winter is.

Blowing
Covering all
The freezing land.
~ Patrice

@ Patric Clarkson – 2021

Cursed Snow

Cursed snow falls
Blanketing life with a dirty white
Melting in spring revealing
No more than everything
Cursed snow.

Cursed snow blows
Filling all nooks and crannies
Whistling round corners
Blowing white, blowing blind
Cursed snow.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Snow Comes Flying Down

Snow comes flying down
laying waste to brown ground
swirls, banks of white
blowing on into night.

Hiding the sun, the moon
making all the landscape
a stark sight
enveloping the earth
like a giant cocoon .

It may be tomorrow
all will melt
til then enjoy the scene
and later
remember how it felt.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

I Hear The Howl Of A Lonesome Wind

I hear the howl
Of a lonesome wind
Winding thru the trees
Branches, limbs.

Leaving all to chance
She sweeps across the land
Blowing with her
Good fortune, losses
But nothing that holds on
That can withstand.

Her mind is elsewhere
A place she came from
Wandering
Whistling she searches
For that time long ago
When she was so young.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Wind Blowing

Wind blowing
Hollering
Thru the trees
Breaking
Smashing
Everything it sees.

Cruel
Sparing none
Blowing all night
Til
The morning sun.

Devastation
Greets the day
All hard work
All blown away.

Nothing left
But clean up
Arrange
And hold back
Despair.

Know
The sun will shine
Once again
Life will go on
Even if the wind
She does blow
Strong.
~ Patrice

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Soft And Fluffy White

Soft and fluffy white
Settling, blowing light
Blows across fields buried
In white snow.

A caw sounds the sound
That winter’s come
It’s all around
Listen, listen to that sound.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Snow Lies And Blows

Snow lies and blows
Across the space not enclosed
Cold and frigid it has no soul
Just blowing, blowing cold.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013