Quiet Paths, Quiet Stones
“Green buffers green, all of yesterday/ converges/ into thickly arching swatches./ Just out of sight a late despair…” Weekend poem, by Frank C. Praeger.
Read MoreFrank C. Praeger is a retired reseach biologist who now lives in the Keweenaw, a peninsula that juts out of the northwestern portion of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan into Lake Superior. He has had poetry published in the UK, USA, Canada, Australia, and Austria.
“Green buffers green, all of yesterday/ converges/ into thickly arching swatches./ Just out of sight a late despair…” Weekend poem, by Frank C. Praeger.
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