Spring comes in the croaking of frogs.
Their song of courtship fills the night
chasing away the silence of winter.
Within the throaty call I hear
my childhood along a muddy creek bank
chasing daydreams through newborn grass.
It is odd what stirs the heart to return
to a time when there was as much pain as joy.
Perhaps I needed to be shown I no longer fear the shadows.
Sitting in the rewind I am lost in a time of dreaming,
believing every secret remained untold,
and when life was brand new with no scuff marks of disappointment.
Sing each prince in puddle and pond your courtship song,
I wish you well in your ballroom decorated with spring.
Thank you for mixing my yesterdays with the joy of renewal.
©Susie Clevenger 2013