Shrouded Spring

birds shrouded in mist
they chirp knowing spring is
but a cloud away


Spring looks like it has already arrived in much of the USA. How does your area look?

swarming birds,flock of black birds,migration,morning,


Hopeful Senryu

 I buy cereal
enough soap for a month
because I have hope


dinner blessing, family, love, winter table

The little bird that kept so many warm.

Here is a Dickinson poem you’ve probably heard.

Leave me a comment below telling me which poem, about hope, is your favorite. Mine is “Footprints”.


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“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 chilliest land –

And on the strangest Sea –

Yet, never, in Extremity,

It asked a crumb – of Me.