Autumn leaves. And a beautiful Katy Funke song.
Autumn leaves. I remember the September Indian Summer, I remember the warm sun touching my face and I remember you. We entwined our hands and we walked by Lake St. Clair. I loved… Continue reading
Autumn leaves. I remember the September Indian Summer, I remember the warm sun touching my face and I remember you. We entwined our hands and we walked by Lake St. Clair. I loved… Continue reading
1- Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes too hidden with time and age. 2- California wasn’t enough. I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline… Continue reading
You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer. Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
I knew how to sing once, dear Julie. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading
Dear Michigan. Promises made and promises broken, left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and… Continue reading
We will meet where the Clinton River reaches the Lake St. Clair. (April is poetry month and this is new poetry twenty-five.) I told you when we were just babies in heart. Where… Continue reading
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
2500 miles from my Michigan love. Pretty Julie, my wild and tender flower.My beautiful girl who danced for me in the months of Winter,sang words of love to me in the early Spring.I… Continue reading
Run away with me. Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. Please run away with me. Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hand. Hand in hand, we will… Continue reading