A poem for April. The poetry month. April leaving..
The month of April teaches us.
All things can be re-born, all things must die.
My red and white roses are beginning to bloom,
the tulips are beautiful white trying to touch the clouds.
I hear my grandchildren feet running wild and enjoying the Spring warm sun on their faces.
It is the last day of April and I have learn again.
We must live and we must die.
Baby sister died in early April.
She loved the days of April.
Today I am waiting for the month of May.
Grandchildren need the lakes and the parks.
And I will burn sage for the living and I will burn sage for the dead,
near Lake St. Clair.
I will sit in my yard today.
Wait for my garden to grow and
thank the Gods of life and death.
For the kindness of April.
Dancing Coyote
Reblogged this on Ms Coletha’s Blog and commented:
April showers bring May flowers but we didn’t get nearly enough showers this April and it’s over now… Sigh…
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What a beautiful post. Sorry about the loss of your baby sister.
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Thank you dear Bridgette. She was suffering for a long time. I hope she is a better place.
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