The wildflowers, the mystic dancers.
Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When gods laugh.” I… Continue reading
Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When gods laugh.” I… Continue reading
The wildflowers.. I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be… 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
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man… She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
Wildflower dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories are held forever.” Wildflower dreams… I sit among the wildflowers.Growing where they desire and free.The sweet sense of the wildflowers takes me back to… Continue reading
A Spring flower A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my story- Poet’s love A Spring flower… Was a Spring flower.So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky.The sky… Continue reading
The mystic dancer.. Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When… Continue reading
Wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regret dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness, I know you cannot… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers I… Continue reading