My Winter song..
The Winter song.. I told the Winter sky, I am in the Winter of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I slowly built my mini-rock garden of… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Fall, the falling leaves. And a beautiful Eva Cassidy song.
Fall, the falling leaves… Once I ran away from sadness/heartbreak and I sought escape. The running man can’t run no-more. Once fearless man learn, love was vengeance, love would leave you bare and… Continue reading
Write down your wishes and prayers…
California poetry- Write down your wishes and prayers… Simple life need, just enough. If we take more than we need, we become, just thieves of useless items. I found a simple place, a… Continue reading
I didn’t know…
I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life can be unknown ending and mystery I didn’t know… My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised… Continue reading
She closed her eyes…
She closed her eyes.. She closed her eyes. She was making wishes upon the first raising star in her mind. She was wandering to the wishing well in her dreams. She kept her… Continue reading
Beautiful journey…
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake… Continue reading
When a woman smiled…
When an woman smiled… My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When the gift of your beautiful smile and your laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love…
The twisted dance of love…. (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December. I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.… Continue reading
Pieces of April…
Pieces of April…. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Spring time kisses, our Spring time dances with Lake… Continue reading
My Hemingway wish…
My Hemingway wish.. After World War one. Many great writers gathered in the city of light, dear Paris. She was a place where artist, poets and writers painted their wonders, wrote their words.… Continue reading