Some of us…

Some of us are creatures of our own imagination, Nightmares for some, Whimsy for others. We love and learn. We feel and move on.   And for those who follow blindly, There is no imagination, There is no real joy, No love, Nothing but hate, And empty promises, Of nothing.

My Winter love

More absolutely wonderful poetry from John Coyote…Click here for: My Winter love.   If you aren’t following you should be. It will touch your heart and soul.