The leaves turn brown from green
Last gasp of summer it seems
Leaving it’s presence on the ground
No more to be
Til the harsh winds of winter blow
And bring
A pleasant, delightful renewing spring.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
All three in a row
Sitting, resting nowhere to go.
Pleasant and mild
The height of haute style
Sitting, resting
Certainly to be there awhile.
Ah, doesn’t it make you smile.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I look her in the eyes
And see a girl
As pleasant
As pleasant be.
Never knowing
She would grow up
To be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Tender mercies follow me
Down the path
And cross the sea.
Tender mercies set me free
Of all this heartache
Anguish and hostility.
Tender mercies let me be
Happy, pleasant
Full of courtesy.
Tender mercies fill me
Full of grace, calm
And dignity.
Tender mercies now I see
Life and love
Can set me free.
Tender mercies let me be
A better person than
Even I thought I could be!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Sick again hard to feel
Pleasant, happy and demure.
Want to lay down, sleep away
But I guess it’s here to stay.
Cope with it, find a way
Make this be a pleasant day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Fresh New Year
Fresh new time.
Make it dear
And a happy time
To last throughout the year
Sweet memories
For a later time.
Remember this
This pleasant time
Start a New Year
Make it fresh
A fresh new time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012