Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.
Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.
Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The drinks go down
In the hummingbird feeder
As the sun warms the sky
Grass blows on a breeze
Destined to bring rain
To the evening’s brilliant blue sky.
All seems right
All seems as it should be
No sight of anger
Or struggle to combat.
Just a spring day
Over coming all that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Free and open space.
That’s what I need.
Feel the wind on my face
In a free and open space.
All distractions, lots of action
In this free and open space .
Inhale the air
Feel the coolness in the breeze
In a open, a free and open space
Somewhere that I need.
Charge my senses on a cool and gentle breeze
A open space, a free and open space
Full of grace
A place where I can be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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