The Sunday Posts 2013/Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson
Photo by Alistair

Comments

Yamini MacLean said…
Hari OM
oooohh cornflowers! Love 'em. And a wee bit o' hope goes a long way.

I note that the weather means these wee pets are in need of a lot of hope if they are to appear this year for summer! Travel safely if you're out and about. YAM
Ha.

Thanks Yamini. I'll try!

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