The October days of my life..

April is poetry month. Number ten poem.)

The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote..

This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me in the mirror.

My beard is gray and I have pain in my legs.

Maybe the wild and free Coyote is no-more?

I asked the Clinton River, did I do enough?

I talked with the ancient trees and they whispered to me.

You did alright Coyote Poetry.

I questioned the Lake St. Clair.

Did I make my world a better place?

The kind wind whispered to me. You are not so important no-more.

You must leave the earth when the spirit of death comes for you.

You must be the teacher to your children, you must be the teacher to your grandchildren.

You must water them with knowledge and wisdom.

Coyote, the jokester. You must laugh and dance to the end.

Trick the people who enslaved you.

Write words for peace, write words for equality, write words for no hate or violence.

Leave something worthwhile behind.

Death whispered to me. Not yet Coyote.

You must teach your grandchildren to dance with the lake, how to overcome the hardships.

Teach them. Be kind, be polite and listen.

Coyote

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

From all the wisdom I have seen in your poetry, I am sure you passed on much to your children, and grandchildren.
Interesting to read this poem just after posting the one I did...inspired by this pic of my mother in Vermont in Oct. 1957.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful photo Jacob and thank you for reading and the comment.