Coyote Garden and some words.
Pretty flowers.. I have become my grandfather. I do love my garden. My grandfather told me often. Treat the family like a garden. Water, show concern and take care of. Dancing Coyote
Daily Archive: July 29, 2025
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Easy days. A beach day.
Easy days.. The best days, a beach day. Easy days, with no place to go. Just waiting for the sun to fall into the sea. Coyote
The cursed lullaby.
The cursed lullaby.. Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading
Too old to die young..
Too old to die young.. Almost 67 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to die young.… Continue reading
Love conquered all.
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all.. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading
A cradle hymn..
A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon a paper A cradle hymn Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a humming bird.If the bird. It don’t sing.Daddy… Continue reading
The karma of love..
he karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
I used to be.
I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends. I used to be. A… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons.
A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. 1- The song of the fall. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old… Continue reading