Her garden
Her garden.. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Blue eyes…
Blue eyes.. A blue eyed angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotion.It can create a strange prison. I hold her too tightly.Then I don’t hold… Continue reading
Arousing illusion..
Arousing illusion… Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading
With you…
With you… I saw the four corners of the world seeking perfect place.I wanted to observe the rare views of a lucky life,I stood in the clouds upon the giant mountains,I free-climbed to… Continue reading
Our children…
(My daughter at Big Sur in 2018.) Our children..A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words… Our children… “Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself” Kahlil… Continue reading