13...eleven~
rays of light
veil our home
refreshing i say
to see life lit up
i will say it a thousand times over in my day
i adore each season as it comes
13...eleven
an awakening
a shift
rebirth
the brink of mornings
nights lingering
a feeling of time lasting
energizing
eggs of paper
eggs of silk
seed sowing
garden plotting
lots of planning
spring lovin
C. S. Lewis once said:
"It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg.
We are like eggs at present.
And you can not go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched.