‘The pureness of my reflection.’
The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road. You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced… Continue reading
The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road. You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced… Continue reading
Originally posted on Wildflower Women:
? There are so many events happening in this world at the moment that seem so unfair, cruel, and well let’s be honest, inhumane. We cannot fight each…
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading