The Snow Comes

The snow comes 
It does blow 
Winter’s breath is cold 
Cold

Cold

In the spring 
Blizzards are forgotten 
With the dawning of warmth 
And
The beauty 
Growing flowers bring 

Melting into summer 
Hot, humid 
Splashing in warm water 
Watching waves wash
To and fro 

Fall doesn’t matter 
For it seems dying
Is
The main thing 

But

Really nothing dies 
Only preparing
For a long hibernation 
That winter winds
Will
Soon bring. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Crises Come

Crises come
Monopolizing the mind
The spirit
Everything in the universe
Anything
Not tied down tight.

What has happened?
Why?
No answers come
Questions only
They hang in the frigid, cold
Unforgiving sky.

Do your best
Do what’s correct
What’s right
Maybe then the world will smile
Grass turn a brilliant green
And stars shine a guiding light
On everything.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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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We Are In A Deep Freeze

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We are in a deep freeze
A deep, deep freeze
Cold does not cover what it is
Breath taken away
Frozen in a frigid atmosphere.

Those you hold dear
Should not be out or near
Frozen
Smother instead with warm
Blankets of unfrozen love.

Polar bear cold
Things are froze
No one knows how deep
Or long it will go
Don’t know.

Please no longer than a sleep
Let it creep back up
Let us experience heat
No more deep, deep freeze
Oh please some heat!
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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I Saw A Hummingbird Amongst Snowflakes

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I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes
Shattering life, no respite
Falling into spring cold and shivering
Hovering over brave blooms
As you come to make a summer home
In this land that has no way
To warm and comfort
On this cold spring day.

Fly south I’d say, then wait a day
Before braving storms to come back
To the land you can call
A summer home once more
Yes, I saw a hummingbird
Amongst snowflakes just today.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Cold, Dark With Swampy Damp

Cold, dark with swampy damp
Crusty mould moves over sodden land
No one speaks nor do they roar
Injustice reigns
Gentle loving is no more.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Destined To Travel

Destined to travel a winding road
Occasionally rough, sometimes cold.

Staying to the path can be hard
Any presence must be bold.

Looking at that what lives on my path
My feet move to the left, then to the right.

Forward, backward, all is and seems right
As my destiny travels the road to the light.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

I Don’t Know, I Don’t Know

I don’t know, I don’t know
How the world turns
Or where storm clouds go
I don’t know, I don’t know.

I don’t know, I don’t know
Why everything has an enduring spring
A cascading fall in between
Summer hot or cold, white winter falling
I don’t know, I don’t know.

I don’t know, I don’t know
Which one shows me life to live
Steps to take through it all
I don’t know, I don’t know.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Hearts Aflame

Thunder crashes hearts aflame in anger
Love
All things no one can blame
No answers right
Nor all wrong found tonight
Only thoughts a hunger for those
Roaming a tortured mind
Late in this cold, dark night.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Cold And White

Cold and white
Blowing blizzard on this night.

Blaze aflame with no aim
To be the one who warms your heart
Frozen by drifting, deadly white.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015