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.