Category Archive: Nature

No words Wednesday. I almost made Big Sur.

Had plans to visit the California coastline. Things went wrong. It is okay. Now dear family is my Monterey.   Big Sur and Monterey coastline It is God’s country. Still had a feel… Continue reading

Rate this:

“Divine Nature”

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 coöperation of all of… Continue reading

Rate this:

Turn, turn, turn

Turn, turn, turn A Poem by Coyote Poetry Nothing stayed the same. Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once. Come live with me and be… Continue reading

Rate this:

My small books of thoughts

My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading

Rate this:

The wildflowers

The wildflowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom and dreams can be found in the field of the wildflowers. The wildflowers Wild flowers and sweet dreams. Dancing nude and free. You were my… Continue reading

Rate this:

Love can “Expand and multiply”

Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expand and… Continue reading

Rate this:

The Raven and the Coyote

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading

Rate this:

I don’t need you

I don’t need you A Poem by Coyote Poetry words do have great power and strength. I don’t need you At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom mean little. Dead men wisdom is… Continue reading

Rate this:

Some places are sacred. Like wildflowers. “I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.”

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.                  I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading

Rate this:

Last person standing

Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.                                Last person standing I had a bad dream. A realistic… Continue reading

Rate this: