I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.A Poem by Coyote Poetry(Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.) I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I sit on… Continue reading
Home, sweet home… (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading
I saw a face…. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
My midnight thoughts.. I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow and I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful..(Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless… Continue reading