Hope

Hope
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

[Diana]

Sweet poem! Love the blue and black silhouette in the moon's glow! FAV!

[Mrs. Smith]

Beautiful! I love ED!

[Catherine W.]

Great capture with the bird and moon! Love the poem too!

[karenann]

What a great capture to go with this poem I hadn't read this one by her before. HOPE is one of my favorite words . . ever. I'm convinced that without hope, we give up. Thanks for this one, Dixie. :)

[Joyce Wells]

Beautiful shot, Dixie - love the bird and the moon together! Composition is great!

[Terry]

looks like he is way up there

[Lisa]

Lovely poem to go with the photo! Great shot! :0)

[Anne ❀]

very striking

[Princess Fairlane]

Beautiful poem.. it goes well with the photo... love the moon, bird and branches silhouette so beautiful :D

[Sharon]

Beautiful poem to got with this great shot!! Great composition!! and a FAV!

[Darlene]

Nice capture of this bird with the moon and the blue sky.