Just a little bit more..
Just a little bit more ——————————————————————————————– “Candy is sweet, lemons can be tart and life is long.” Pretty woman whispered to me in the field of the Spring dandelions.” We have known hell’s… Continue reading
Just a little bit more ——————————————————————————————– “Candy is sweet, lemons can be tart and life is long.” Pretty woman whispered to me in the field of the Spring dandelions.” We have known hell’s… Continue reading
Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must pray for love.” Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him… Continue reading
The weeping willow.. Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten… Continue reading
Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for… Continue reading
My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of warm and perfect Spring days. I sat at her feet and I told… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time. The sea.. I told her. Become like the sea. Move with the dancing waves,… Continue reading
Morning gloryA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. “ Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and… Continue reading
Two steps from hell- A secret melody.. He told the pretty British girl in the city of London. There is consequences for every action, we do. The fatality of youth, we believe. We… Continue reading
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We 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… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June and it will decay with time.… Continue reading