Shorts

Will shorts ever be an option?

Cold winds blow frozen
Ice it seems encloses
No bright, growing spring
No warm summer sun.

Harsh, angry weather
Keeping winter coats on
In what was suppose to be spring.

No respite
Birds shivering
Tulips freezing
Babies crying

No,
Shorts are not an option tonight.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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