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
You are me and I’m you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little separate us. All people want to live. You are me and I’m you People who see color, race and… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty On highway two. The coastal California highway.Hidden… Continue reading
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. The road called… Continue reading
Where are you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We lose people and we learn we need them. Where are you? Do you remember me?Do you think… Continue reading
Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.… Continue reading
Dance with the sea. Dance with a lover. Dance with your children. A wealthy man know love and had many friends. … Continue reading
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry I wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be… Continue reading
The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. … Continue reading
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel. (I have been lucky. Many kind Native American took me… Continue reading