Daily Archive: November 16, 2019

River Grass at Summer’s End

Originally posted on Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver:
Seedlings in spring, tall grasses in summer sun, we scan life on the lapping currents at our river’s edge. ? Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an…

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The celestial beauty

Celestial beauty A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   Celestial beauty “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings. You are my perfect night… Continue reading

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“The dead ends”

Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature.                  Dead ends     Brothers… Continue reading

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