every spring, uncharted water
an adventure in becoming
a day by day unfolding of secrets
some buried beneath leftover snow
others much deeper, in the heart
the crocuses slowly show themselves
they too test the water
not convinced their time has come
the birds sing songs of change
yet romance fails to fill their eyes
the older we grow, the more we have to remember
so many childhood memories sprout this spring
like shedding our coats walking home from school, and
seeing a robin hop across the neighbor’s yard, and
wondering why God has so many secrets
Poetic Alchemist 
Dan: Thanks. Just seems to bring ’em out.
I concur.
Thanks Pat. I hope you’re right. Happy spling!
Maybe so we don’t get bored searching. I think the birds here are getting some romance in the eyes. Great Spring poem!!
Andrew: Thanks. Yeah, it hit me as a good line too. And it’s true.
“the older we grow, the more we have to remember”
I love this line!
Thanks Rob. Yeah, that kind of makes the poem.
I like the shock of the last line.
Thanks Aurora, Polona, Gautami and Floots. Glad you all enjoyed.
so right
memories and secrets are always around in large numbers
cheers
Love this! Only God knows what he is doing…
oh, great!
so much promise in spring…
Wow! This is a stunner, Don.