Dead flowers.
Dead flowers. Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her live… Continue reading
Tag Archive: flowers
The should of, the would of. Some photos of my garden.
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea.
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading
Coyote Garden and some words.
Pretty flowers.. I have become my grandfather. I do love my garden. My grandfather told me often. Treat the family like a garden. Water, show concern and take care of. Dancing Coyote
Flowers in my garden..
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading
Thank you for the kindness of love..
Thank you for the kindness of love.. ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-eight.) Cecelia was a Monterey beauty. More beautiful than the flowers that decorated the walkway by… Continue reading
A Spring flower..
A Spring flower.. Was a Spring flower,so tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower,that reached for the sky.The sky and the sun adored her. She would dance with the wind.The wind would… Continue reading
Should of, would of.. Some of my garden photos.
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading
A Spring flower..
A spring flower A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my story- poet’s love A Spring flower.. Was a Spring flower.So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky.The sky… Continue reading
Grandfather’s roses..
Grandfather’s rose bushes… My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses. He told… Continue reading