An icy rain.
A coyote stands shivering
in my back yard.
Lost.
Every word of this is magic- you capture that ephemeral moment perfectly....I love it! Thanks. Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm happy to see that you find coyotes good to write about too. The only one I personally have seen that seemed lost was a poor devil who found itself late one night halfway across a multi-lane bridge in California, and trying to cross against oncoming traffic.