Morning Comes

Morning comes
Then it goes
No one knows where
Where it unfolds.

Melting into day
Hiding thru the night
Breaking once again
In the glorious morning light
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Drifting Slowly Down

Drifting slowly down
The last of winter softly hits the ground
Melted in an instant, turning to a rain
Flowing quickly, pouring down the drain
Now just melancholy remembrances
Of a winter almost gone.

Spring emerges, quickly coming on
Banks of snow melting, feeding
Turning to green grasses that grow
In the warm summer sun that gives strength
To all the little baby ones.

Then the cycle turns again, falling onto fall
That is when we come face to face
With the coming cold winter snow
As we see the seasons change
In a ever changing show.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Snow Blows A Crisp Cold White

Snow blows a crisp cold white
Deafening on this spring morning night
Flying by with a unrepentive no melting cry
Once again covering all going deep down inside.

Some will die in this cold white mess
As snow hungers to hold a grip
Til no life stirs beneath its icy depth
Breeding death, anger and remorse
Snow blows, snow blows
Making life full of needless stress.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014