Shorts

Will shorts ever be an option?

Cold winds blow frozen
Ice it seems encloses
No bright, growing spring
No warm summer sun.

Harsh, angry weather
Keeping winter coats on
In what was suppose to be spring.

No respite
Birds shivering
Tulips freezing
Babies crying

No,
Shorts are not an option tonight.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2019

It’s Cold, It Blows

It’s cold, it blows
It doesn’t seem to want
To go away.

It strikes my heart
Piercing all that’s warm
Freezing it today.

No pleading, crying
Can make it melt
Becoming rain on a sunny day.

No, it’s cold
It blows all thoughts
Of lovely spring away.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Coldness Creeps

Coldness creeps deep inside
Seeping in, no way to stop
No way to hide.

The pain, the icy freeze
Creeps and seeps
Ruthless in so deep.

Cuts through warmth
Leaving stark cold blind
To any kindness, feeling
Harboured there inside.

Coldness creeps, seeps inside
Freezing all
No where to hide.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Snow Falls Coming Lightly Down

Snow falls coming lightly down
Melting ‘fore hitting ground
Thoughts of pureness flowing down
Freezing out illness, blight
Softly pushing them far into night
Cleansing, keeping warm
Cold dark earth on the ground.

Snow falls I can see
Cleansing too my responsibility
I must be like the snow
Let it fall, let it go
Landing, changing all I know
Trust it’s right, trust it will
Make alright like the snow
Covers, warms the land
Til spring’s beauty can make a stand.

This my snow comes lightly down
Melting ‘fore hitting ground.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Freezing is Freezing

Freezing is freezing
And then there is freezing.
Not much else can be said
Other than it’s freezing.
I mean it’s freezing and freezing.

Keep yourself toasty, snugly warm
Never think freezing, only warm, warm warm.
Because it’s freezing
I mean it’s freezing and freezing.

Don’t go out, stay yourself in
Get a good book, maybe a bottle of gin
Because outside, it’s freezing
I mean it’s freezing and freezing.

No one will mind or notice you gone,
Because their busy, keeping from freezing,
Keeping themselves warm,
Because it’s freezing
I mean it’s freezing and freezing.

See you in spring
As the buds open and flower.
When it’s hot, not freezing
I mean not freezing and freezing,
But hot, hot and warm.
~ Patrice