Category Archive: Mother Nature

The dream surfer

  The dream surfer In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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Who am I now?

 Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river.

Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.                                     … Continue reading

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Children in time,

  Children in time I took a walk by Lake Saint Clair. The Summer days were leaving and the days of Fall were here. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the… Continue reading

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‘My earth, our earth- A prayer

My earth, our earth–A prayer   Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank you for the gifts of open and free valleys, the towering… Continue reading

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Photos of the California desert and a poem. Near Palm Springs.

The desert song   Listen carefully. Old earth, old ground. Look like rock and soil only. The desert song is hard to hear. You must quiet the mind, relax the heart and open… Continue reading

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Happy May-day – Beautiful day

Happy May-day – Beautiful day   The first day of May, the sun is shining and the blue sky above, a blessing.   I sit by Lake St. Clair, the water is dancing… Continue reading

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The ancient warrior

Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace.   The ancient warrior   I drove to the forest, away… Continue reading

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The Water, the Sky and the Earth. chapter 9-14

The Water, Sky and the Earth. Chapter 10. Road trip with Morningstar. “In my lifetime. I met people who held power. I was amazed at their knowledge. Sometime warning come when you don’t… Continue reading

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“What will be left”

What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears.   What will be left? I took my children to the lake St Clair.… Continue reading

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