Five short poems.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Just words.


The war is over.
The guns locked away.
The soldiers are resting.
Youth and eyes burned out by war.
No-one won.

Miss you
I’m missing you.
I whispered to the falling sun in the west.
The raising moon shed a tear for the lonely lover.

My moonlight confession,
whispered words to the moon and the stars.
Words that will perish into the western breezes.
Scarce confessions lost to the unknown and sober places.

She submits and she releases.
The Wintry moon awaken,
splendor of love come alive.
Blushing beauty found the essence of love.

Majestic places,
Open ranges, vast forest and wild and untamed oceans.
The gift of Nature to the wise man.

Thank you for reading.
Coyote/John Castellenas