Sometimes
The snow flies quietly down
Melting before
It touches frozen ground.
No thunder clap
Heralds the falling down
No flash of blazing light
Lets us know.
No roar or rush
Of coming water no
Just snow
Snow quietly falling down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Your book will be written
Your poems submitted
And your art will soar.
Smile, laugh
This is your time
To roar.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Friday the 13th
Is fun, nothing bad
Just a happening in Dover
Where thousands meet
To stare at Harleys
In the street.
No one notices palm trees
Embedded in the sand
Only the massive rumble roar
As another bike rides in.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Your book will be written
Your poems submitted
And your art will soar.
Smile, laugh
This is your time
To roar.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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