When the sun kisses the moon…
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
April morning… The days of May are coming Kind earth is alive and we must become the people of the sun. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers by… Continue reading
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading
Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know freedom. … Continue reading
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading
Forgiveness Can you live with hate, regret and sadness? My beautiful Ojibwa Grandmother taught us, you can not. My Grandmother told me when I was seven. When I was six years old in… Continue reading
“you taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) The elder is burning the sage, cleansing the air of separation. He told the people, many races, many hearts and we are becoming one in… 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
My Ojibwa Grandmother Chant My dear Ojibwa Grandmother with sad eyes would chant songs of ancient times. I still can hear them in sweet dreams where I was safe and free, I remember… Continue reading