Snow falls light
in the morning sunlight
birds feed and fly
squirrels run and glide
thru trees
way, way up high.
No one knows
what this day will bring
when birds sing, squirrels call
and
winter melts into spring.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
When your heart is sore
Your tears won’t dry
Remember
You’re not alone
We hear your cries.
Remember too
All who we’ve said goodbye
Are with us still
Only running now
Where angels fly.
~ Patrice
– My deepest sympathies to Jan and Doug in their heartbreaking loss.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When your heart is sore
Your tears won’t dry
Remember
You’re not alone
We hear your cries.
Remember too
All who we’ve said goodbye
Are with us still
Only running now
Where angels fly.
~ Patrice
– My deepest sympathies to Jan and Doug in their heartbreaking loss.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Optimistic, let it fly
Down the canyon alongside
A deep, green sea of beauty
Where the world can see
Wings holding, lifting me
Flying high, flying free.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Beauty beautiful is what I see
Spread all about, all about of me
The sun it shines, birds fly and
Mighty, fluffy clouds float by.
Yes, there’s beauty in the sky
The forest and even in my uncut lawn
To get up in the morning and see
Beauty, beauty all around of me
It is oh so beauty
Beauty, beautiful profound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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