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

Leaves Falling

Leaves falling
Leaving all the ground
Covered 
With
A quiet sound. 

Breezes
Stirring leaves 
Here and there 
Falling from branches 
Now left bare. 

Thru the winter
All quietens down 
Passing storms bring
The only sound 
Of
Branches cracking 
Blowing down. 

In the spring
Life will come 
Bright and warm
On
Into summer’s sun.

Til
Full circle in the fall
Once again
We’ll see
Leaves fall. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Fall Has Come

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Fall has come, its presence felt
The lane is crowded with leaves that fell
Geese fly through coloured hills
Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys.

While squirrels cache seeds
Nuts and whatever they can fill
Holes hidden hopefully to remember
In the cold winter still.

Sorrow, anticipation crowd my mind
At the last of summer as it falls to winter
In midst of such beauty that sends
Chills to the soul and thrills the mind.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Fall Has Come

Fall has come, its presence felt
The lane is crowded with leaves that fell
Geese fly through coloured hills
Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys.

While squirrels cache seeds
Nuts and whatever they can fill
Holes hidden hopefully to remember
In the cold winter still.

Sorrow, anticipation crowd my mind
At the last of summer as it falls to winter
In midst of such beauty that sends
Chills to the soul and thrills the mind.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Rain, Pouring Rain

Rain, pouring rain, cold, colder still
Chills falling, falling down again
Winter’s come, pass the fall
Summer’s gone, we’ve missed it all.

One thing we can do
Is pray for spring, feel the dew
Then summer’s warmth will arrive
Holding us, in her arms once again.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Feel The Fall

Feel the fall
The crash
The bang.

See it all shatter
Splatter
Across the plain.

Yell
Scream
Your anguish
To cold
Callous ears.

This madness you discovered is here beneath your tears. ~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Frost Crunches Beneath My Feet

Frost crunches beneath my feet
Sodden leaves weep and weep
Fall has come bare bones are cold
The sun shines but no warmth
In this season’s end
I behold.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

The Blue Of A Heavenly Blue

The blue of a heavenly blue
Morning glory
Reigns over all that I recall
Of summer bright
Full
Full of absolute delight.

Dying now settling down
Falling into fall
A beauty of it’s own
Reds, browns golden hues
Contrasting with a heavenly blue
Morning glory
Hanging on into fall.

When summer is long gone
And I can only recall
Those summer heavenly blues
Most of all.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013