Long Shadows Crease The Grass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Long shadows crease the grass
Modifying bark on a watching tree
As sunlight fights
With the night all day long
Winning only in the morning bright.

Sleep at night
Feel the shadows
Creeping across the grass
Rising up
Holding darkness in it’s grasp.

Your heart is safe
Shadows will see to that.
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

What Year Is This?

What year is this?
Is it the year
Of my freedom, my triumph?
Or just another disaster
I must and will master.

Creeping, crawling through
The sadness, the madness
Striving for some gladness
To dwell here in my heart
When will it start?

When will all this muddy
Turmoil leave, depart?
Nothing wrong
Just following along
With the throng.

Yes, nothings wrong
It’s just that
Nothings right
In this year
This year of sadness
I’m living tonight.
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013