Ojibwa Grandmother taught me. ” The song of the seasons.”
The song of fall Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.The water is… Continue reading
The song of fall Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.The water is… Continue reading
Night conversation A another chapter We walks till 3 am. We follow the walkways of the night people of Paris. Having no planned destination. Just… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving… Continue reading
She had Angels wings upon her back A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is sad when little is acceptable. When we forgot the sweet want of love and kindness. Warning This Poem is… Continue reading
the trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never… Continue reading
The red dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memory become gold with time. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. The red dress… Continue reading
Thank you Tumbr. She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time. She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams… Continue reading
Dandelion dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Spring days bring hope. Dandelion wishes The Spring days are here.The dandelions are growing free and wild in the valley. The lovers hold the dandelion… Continue reading