Category Archives: Poetry
Stockholm, November 2014
Saturday 1. Now the dark begins Gold and amber leaves turn brown The days are colder Sunday 2. We stay inside our cubic caves, Windows unshaded, yearning for sun. A silent sigh, we turn from the past, And soldier forward. … Continue reading
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Tagged 30 Days, Frederic Buchanan Pape, November, Stockholm, Theresa LeBlanc
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Gray Day
I’m trying to make the best of it After all, I’m alive and well Despite the many years This body has traveled But there it is beyond the window That there This here Gray day We’re beyond the Spring Equinox … Continue reading
The Pavellas Perspective 