Spring

I feel
The flesh of my skin 
Warming
To the now coming
Spring 

I see
My legs run
Across a path 
Laden with flowers 
Beauties of
Spring 

I hear
A call echoing thru
my chest 
Of geese making their flight 
To reaches north
In the now here
Spring 

No more
To wonder 
No more to wish 
My body knows winter is lost 
Chased away 
By beautiful, glorious
Spring. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Not Sure Where I Stand

Not sure where I stand
Not sure where I’ll be
Deep, sad remorse
Consumes
And engulfs me.

Sadness reeks of sickness
Monsters creep
And crawl around
Head full of anguish
Somehow
I must hold my ground.

Back laden
With burdens pulling
Pulling good hearts
Down.

Grip the soft shoulder
Of kindness
Let her lift me up
Munster courage
That surrounds us
It will back me up.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013