Thrust Of New Life. Macro view of a willow tree buds in the early spring. New life is ready to flourish. - Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. (Anais Nin) - Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn. (Lewis Grizzard)
“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,/ I have forgotten, and what arms have lain/ Under my head till morning, but the rain/ Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh/ Upon the glass and listen for reply,/ And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain/ For unremembered lads that not again/ Will turn to me at midnight with a cry."