Frogs of Spring

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