Dead Leaves Fall

Dead leaves fall
Blowing in the breeze
Falling to the grass
Floating in the stream.

Dead leaves fall
Gathering on the deck
And beneath barren trees.

Dead leaves fall
While children laugh
As they frolic in those
Now dead leaves.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Wonders Why

All the world
Wonders why
Why it spins
Falling never
Never calling out
Never stopping
Stopping
Stopping
To wonder why.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Leaves Floating Down

Leaves floating down
Falling, resting
Finally
On the ground.

No crash is heard
No weeping cry
Only silent sounds echoing
Throughout the sky.

My soul too
Does fall down
Reaching up, clasping pieces
To soften, the floating down.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Snow Falls

 

Snow falls
Covers all
Falling
Falling
Drifting to the ground.

Piled high
Almost to the sky
Snow blows
Blows
Blows all around.

Critters dive
Into banks of white
Some to hide
Others to
Eat
Eat a hidden feast.

On a ground covered
There is no sound
As snow falls
Covering
Covering frozen ground.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Let Me Hear The Weather

 

 

 

 

 

Let me hear the weather
Falling against the sky
Let me see the moon
Not cry.

Let me feel my heart
Pounding love strong
For the one that makes
The rain soft
And the moon sigh.

Let me be the one
Where love resides
In my heart, tonight.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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

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

Snow Comes Down

Snow comes down
Gently falling, falling down
Coating, covering all that’s brown
Falling gently, falling
Falling to the ground.

Soft and gentle falling,
Landing on bright whiskered fur
Briefly there to stay
Til  ladened branch whisks away
Down upon dark brown ground.

Gently falling, falling
All the way to the ground
Falling snow gently falling
Falling on the ground.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Sprinkle Down The Precipitous

 

 

 

 

 

Sprinkle down the precipitous
Falling down the cliff
Catch a hold of the abyss
See what falling stories hold.
Mighty energetic
Free fall form to keep
Grasp a hold of solid ground
See what does unfold
Here in the deep.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011