Its only Minnesota

The smell
hurts my heart.
The warm
wind
whispers
to my soul.
I am reminded
of the past.
The memories
flood through
me as I am
transported
to the lilac bushes.
The cemetery
where you lay
under the marble.
The colorful
panels of the school
I used to bounce
my ball against.
The huge
burning field
where
I took
your hand and hid
from the others.
The storms that
brewed in the homes
and the sky
above.
The frozen
lake that would
call me to jump
through the hole
to freedom.
The bunnies
hopping to the
heavens.
The tree in the backyard
I could never climb
but watched you climb.
If I stand in one
spot I can hear
the excuses,
the conversation
that covered
everything up.
I can feel the winter's
song from the past
singing in my ear
as the butterfly
flies and lands
on my arms.
It sings in your
voice.
Its ok,
Its only Minnesota.
And I understand
with a smile
and a tear
on my cheek.