The Call Of The Jay

The call of the jay rips thru still, damp air
Mist rises while a red squirrel fights for his share
As a deer trudges pass all these affairs
No one notices the cardinal’s not there.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Mist Rises From A Land

Mist rises from a land
Wet with prosperity
Vibrant green leads the way
On a day full
Of joy and loyalty.

This is my day all the way
Nothing will stop me
From being that person
The land, wind and rain
Will make me.

Mist rises and I see
What I need in a land vibrant
Filled with prosperity
This will lead me
Complete me, making me that
What I need to be.
~ Patrice 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013