Golden Leaves Swaying

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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

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Leaves

One Day
The trees were bare
The next
Leaves were there
Cascading
Waving in the breeze
Hiding treasured nests
Deep within silent
Green leaves
Soaking up the sun
Drinking in the rain
Leaves
breathe life
Into a mighty tree again.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Deep In The Rest

Deep in the rest of sleep tonight
My soul does dream so vividly
Life is full, time is dear
Honoured by those held so near.

I awaken rested, never knowing
Time has passed
Troubles solved and circumstance
Seems not to be the threat I feared
So horribly.

No one drew or threw a veil
Upon my sight
Just goodness does
And will prevail.

I slumber now in perfect rest
No concern, no distress
Awakening to light cascading down
Upon my life where goodness
Does and will abound.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Golden Leaves Swaying

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 Light Is Slowly Lifting Up

The light is slowly lifting up
The obscurity that hides my soul
Touching, warming a heart
Immeshed in woeful sorrow.

Drying tears sadly falling
Cascading to the ground
While trembling lips remember
Days when sadness was
The sound.

But light does lift up
To a higher atmosphere
Creating beauty, happiness
In this that is our individual
Magic sphere.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013