Wings by berelaxed

Wings

“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
Great action shot!
December 3rd, 2020  
Fab capture
December 3rd, 2020  
Perfect timing for a beautiful pic.
December 3rd, 2020  
Nicely captured!
December 3rd, 2020  
great capture
December 3rd, 2020  
Super timing
December 4th, 2020  
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