The empty jars..
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles.She told me on a cold Winter morning,I store my dreams in the old mason jars.Each one… Continue reading
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles.She told me on a cold Winter morning,I store my dreams in the old mason jars.Each one… Continue reading
Daybreak confession to the Sea..A Poem by Coyote Poetry “In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again. “ Daybreak confession to the Sea.. I have… Continue reading