April leaving..

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 27th of April and I have learn again.

We must live and we must die.

Baby sister died in early April, last year.

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