Kind Summer..

Kind Summer days…

Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Summer days are here.

The cold Winter days made me drink the vodka and juice, write the black and blue poetry.

So damn tire of the blues and the dark words. Today the birds are singing and the snow is gone. I am going to Lake St. Clair.

I will watch the lake dance and the earth so alive and beautiful. I won’t cry no-more when the sun-kiss my face, I will sit by the lake, put my feet into the lake water. Smile.

Allow my body to feel the cold lake St Clair water, it will teach me. I am not dead, I am alive and well. No-more time for sad thoughts.

The Summer days are here, the sun is shining, the children are loving the warm days of Summer and I.
Learning to put-away the old sins, the old memories and the killing of kindness. I will burning away the sadness.

Summer is here and the bless days of July will follow, time for me to rebirth like the pretty flowers, time for me to reach for the sun like the proud trees. It is time to find something to make me feel alive.

                              Dancing Coyote