Almost April, dear lover. I want you..
I want you… Dear lover… 1- She ran into the field of wildflowers. She stirred his eyes, she stirred his mind and heart. He loved her wild eyes and the questions in her… Continue reading
I want you… Dear lover… 1- She ran into the field of wildflowers. She stirred his eyes, she stirred his mind and heart. He loved her wild eyes and the questions in her… Continue reading
The Big Water. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some mini-poetry. Ojibwa people call the Great lakes. The Big Water. The Big water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I… Continue reading
Just a kiss, maybe? I told the sad woman in the tavern. Love is fleeing moments, we cannot catch. Catching love is is like trying to catch a falling leave, in the late… Continue reading