The Big Water. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some mini-poetry. Ojibwa people call the Great lakes. The Big Water. The Big water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I… Continue reading
Just a kiss, maybe? I told the sad woman in the tavern. Love is fleeing moments, we cannot catch. Catching love is is like trying to catch a falling leave, in the late… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me… Nothing could stop me from seeking you. A gentle Summer breeze caressed my face, warning me of a new journey to touch. Nothing could stop me from following you,… Continue reading