She hath wings

Learning to soar above life's storms

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I have enjoyed writing poetry since childhood and I am hoping to find a wider audience on my blog, sharing the hope that I have and connecting with others.

Month: November 2025

  • The Scent Of Home

    The Scent Of Home

    Butterfly remembers the flowers of homeFlits among shades and familiar scentsPauses to drink the loveliness inA strong gust blows it awayDays of confusion, searching- hopingPeril and a broken wing-Crawling back to comfort once moreThe night turns into dawn ©️ M. Patterson 30.11.25

  • The Gentle Rain

    Gentle, calming soaking rain; Soothing, reassurance comes- Running into tiny pools; Drought a banished thing. Peaceful hearts and minds refreshed; Hope unfurls the weary leaf- Crumpled saplings rise once more; Death a banished thing. Upwards grows the tender stem; Seeking warmth of midday sun- Buds are waiting, hearts receiving; Life a chosen thing. ©️ M.…