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

The Snow Comes

The snow comes 
It does blow 
Winter’s breath is cold 
Cold

Cold

In the spring 
Blizzards are forgotten 
With the dawning of warmth 
And
The beauty 
Growing flowers bring 

Melting into summer 
Hot, humid 
Splashing in warm water 
Watching waves wash
To and fro 

Fall doesn’t matter 
For it seems dying
Is
The main thing 

But

Really nothing dies 
Only preparing
For a long hibernation 
That winter winds
Will
Soon bring. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Leaves Falling

Leaves falling
Leaving all the ground
Covered 
With
A quiet sound. 

Breezes
Stirring leaves 
Here and there 
Falling from branches 
Now left bare. 

Thru the winter
All quietens down 
Passing storms bring
The only sound 
Of
Branches cracking 
Blowing down. 

In the spring
Life will come 
Bright and warm
On
Into summer’s sun.

Til
Full circle in the fall
Once again
We’ll see
Leaves fall. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Words Of Praise

I do write 
I don’t sing
Praises
Of the sun, the moon
Nor spring. 

The words are written down 
One letter at a time 
Maybe
In the future someone will
Sing
These words of praise 
I bring.  

Til then
They’ll stay 
In my book, on my page 
Written to be read 
These words of praise. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Leaves Turn Brown

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

Cold Drips

Cold drips
It wains
Sun warms
Spring
Summer are on the horizon
If you stand on a tall hill
You can see them
Plain.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Wondrous

I’ve heard, I have seen
Things so wondrous
Just can’t believe.

Trees growing
living being coming to life
in the spring
bearing fruit summer
in between falls to winter
when they seem to be
sleeping.

One wonder to behold
to be seen
may be ordinary
but
if you stop, look and listen
miraculous it will become
wondrous it will seem.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

The Sky Is Beauty

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The sky is beauty
Flowers be
The most beautiful
Anyone could ever see.

Summers’ come
It’s weaving a warm, soft web
Enveloping all spring’s brought
From winter’s dread.
~Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Grass Grows Up

Grass grows up
From falling spring rain
As nutrients blend
Into earth parched cold
From winter’s freezing reign.

Optimistic and hopeful
Flowers bud
Unfurl
To warm sun rays.

Babies of all kinds born
Guarded lovingly by
Mothers, fathers working tirelessly
Feeding open mouths
Sometimes hard to attain.

Spring has come
The air is full
With a sweet, melodic refrain.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

There I Am

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There I am in my robe
Watching closely as the earth disrobes
All it’s ugly, nasty things
Rising up in beauty
Filled with summer and with spring.
Winter’s cold, bitter hate
Melted here, no distaste
Only warm, fulfilling beams
Creating more lovely dreams.

Bless the ground I stand upon
Know it gives me faith true and strong
Trusting I’ll be here long after
Spring flowers fade and go
But memories of what has been
Or yet to come
Will hold my own sheltering robe so tight
That I know I will be safe
On earth’s soft ground tonight.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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