Divine Nature- A Spring poem…
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us for… Continue reading
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us for… Continue reading
(I hope God is near. I hope God is listening and I hope God will pick me up.) Gaea’s grieve A Chapter by Coyote PoetryWe must protect the water, sky and the earth. The… Continue reading
Nature Someday I will sit by Lake Huron, with my pen and paper. I will write the epic tale of the blessed water, vast forest and the free animals.… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the… Continue reading
Listen to the wind (Crazy leaders want to open-up world. Medicine for them and when the coronaviras spread. The poor and old shall die. Please listen, listen hard to the leaders of our… Continue reading
Nature Poetry The mountain range, standing strong and beautiful. Art for the people who love the open and free spaces. The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings. Finding secret and… Continue reading
Listen to the wind Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother… Continue reading
Listen to the wind Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading
the trees (A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read.” Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall… Continue reading
The songs of seasons (A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.) The song of fall Warm days, cold nights, create a restless passion. I can hear the whispers of the… Continue reading