67 years old.
67 years old. A Poem by Coyote Poetry 67 years old.. I am in the Winter of discontentment, and I am learning. I am 67 years old, and I won’t see Florence again, I… Continue reading
67 years old. A Poem by Coyote Poetry 67 years old.. I am in the Winter of discontentment, and I am learning. I am 67 years old, and I won’t see Florence again, I… Continue reading
The days of Autumn. 1- The warm days of Summer are holding on. The grandchildren want to swim in Lake St. Clair and to enjoy the warm days of Autumn. The leave are… 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
Please come to me on a Summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading
Do more.. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading