Coyotes in
the hills
Sing
rockabilly blues
Accompanied
by winter
Wind
soughing through
Autumn’s
final leaves.
Leaves cling
like lovelorn women
To the arms
of leaving lovers.
It is difficult to choose which poems to begin a blog. I don’t have favorites. Some are old, as much as forty years. Some are new. The ones I share with you survived the cut. My newspaper essays can be viewed at www.MontanaTumbleweed.blogspot.com All poetry is copyrighted. Please contact author for permission to use.
This too shall pass and coffee ___________________________________________________________________________________________...
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