My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing

Just words.

                             My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing

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In your eyes,

I saw the sea,

I saw a miracle in those eyes of golden brown,

you took my hands and I knew.

I would love you forever.

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She whispered to me,

laid with me,

please serenade me with a song of love.

You were my Summer wish, my Fall moon blessing.

Let's Winter come and we shall hold on tighter.

In the Spring,

we will make love in Paris,

dance in Hyde park in England.

Create a Poet utopia where love is all we need.

                        Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words,

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Words from a true poet. Wonderful poetic expression. If I had known when I was young how important poetry would become in my life maybe I would have looked for a poet. When I reflect no one, not one single friend had the slightest interest in poetry. How they have missed out. That's where you took me on a glorious sunny but blustery morning Coyote.

Chrus

[Coyote Poetry]

I read twice in Hyde Park. Had to do, a poet's must and thank you dear Chris for reading and the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

I know Hyde Park well from my younger years. Lived very close by when I was a younger woman. Used to visit most Sundays.

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow! Your world is made for love... dancing and romancing... across seas of sensuality. Seasons of moons forever entwined by storms and sunshine wishes. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat. I appreciate the kind words.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another beutifully romantic picture created with such sensitivity Coyoye.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

true love lasts through all seasons...the hot and cold, the good and bad....the devastation, the rebuilding.
it keeps re-blooming....
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. Spring is near, can't wait.