|Eostre eggs after dark.|
But by dusk, we made it out to the tree with our eggs, thanks & wishes.
|Eggs, gratitude & dreams for the Equinox.|
Twenty-four notes, twirling in the breeze. Our messages of gratitude & our wishes, offered to the wind.
Brown (foundation) papers, three a piece, record that for which we give thanks.
Green (growth) papers, three a piece, record wishes for the new season which rushes forth.
Hanging little eggs on tiny brass wires, under the twinkle of the three planets.
|Sunrise, here in the balance, hanging at the midpoint.|
Spring has sprung.