Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Feather Hope...(Still phone pics!)


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 in the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

M :)


  1. I delighted in reading your poem, Hope. Thank you for expressing yourself so wonderfully. I shared this on my Facebook page. :) Angela Orobko

  2. Oh Angela!
    The author of the "Hope" poem is Emily Dickinson! Forgive me for the over site of not adding her name last night. I try to always give credit for poems or quotes and this time it completely slipped my mind!
    Thank you for visiting though and sharing, and I do hope you will come back. The photos are always mine...
    M. :)

  3. I love this photo! Are you putting a watermark on these? Or at least your name on them somewhere? I would love to pin this one on my pinterest board but I don't dare because I don't see your name on it!