Hope

This hangs in my dining room. It's close enough to my workspace that i see it all the time. It's also the last thing I see before I leave my house every morning. It reminds me to carry hope for the day no matter how little because even something as small as a bird perched outside a window can be inspiration to the creative soul. For example Ms Emily Dickinson.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)

By Emily Dickinson

“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.