here is my mood board for spring...
and a poem that I have recently stumbled across.
I don't usually love poetry. I am too literal, too visual. Poetry is so often about eluding to something, not spelling it out and I really like things to be spelled out. But this poem, that I recently found in an old book at the Library called "Poems of Prayer," was particularly lovely to me, and is one I keep returning too time and time again. So I have included it with the pictures of the mood board. Though they really have nothing to do with each other, other than have been part of Springs arrival for me...
Like a bird that trails a broken wing,
I have come home to Thee;
Home from a flight and freedom
That was never meant for me.
And I, who have known far spaces,
And the fierce heat of the sun,
Ask only the shelter of Thy wings,
Now that the day is done.