”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.
I was looking up at the sky this afternoon, wishing away the clouds that were intruding on my outdoor plans. And then I remembered this weeks photo challenge. The image that came out of it, and the theme Up made me think of hope. Looking up as hoping, hoping for sunshine, or hoping for rain. Or hoping there is someone there.
The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge, theme: Up.
Camera: Panasonic Lumix DMC-LX5