My wildflower..
My wildflower.. My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of warm and perfect Spring days. I sat at her feet and… Continue reading
My wildflower.. My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of warm and perfect Spring days. I sat at her feet and… Continue reading
Tempting fate… I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my face. I am walking away from place of love turn black. I left a lady crying and alone. Our sweet… Continue reading
Katie wrote A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a proper re-write. Katie wrote.. Painted words and bloody thoughts are what the writer understand and hold tightly to. The wisp and grasps of… Continue reading
Dancing with the Devil on a Friday night.. You held me tightly and you whispered. Hush dear Johnnie, hush my loco soldier, hush my free-falling man. I will save you and I will… Continue reading
No regret… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret… She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon.. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading
Only love will break your heart… We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my grand-daughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days with her. Five days… Continue reading
Beautiful portraits… I drew with my pen, beautiful places and beautiful faces to paper. I keep alive kind memories, I keep alive the memories of the ancient cities, I once saw. I create… Continue reading
Love Posies… His pretty love, dear Veronica told him. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep.… Continue reading
The maiden of Summer… Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading