Feathers, Feathers, Everywhere

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

I am fascinated with feathers, they are both delicate and strong, and they can still fly or float, long after their bird has left them.Emily Dickinson was right. Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul. Whenever I find feathers, I am reminded to Hope.

There is something amazing about catching a bit of sunlight through a feather at sunrise, or sunset, and I hope you will see what I mean. I am not a poet, nor am I a photographer, but I am a lover of beautiful things. Thanks, Hive account@allseeingewe for encouraging me to get out there and find the beauty - and post it!

Maybe Hive account@underwaterwoman Hive account@lynncoyle1 Hive account@goldendawne or Hive account@amariespeaks can write something something fabulous for these feather pics. Maybe Hive account@marillaanne can use one for a background in her digital art. They are free for Steemians to use or share, without attribution.

"He shall cover you with his feathers, and under His wings shall you trust" ~ Psalm 91:4

Feathers, Feathers, Everywhere - Hope Floats!