Hello Little Spring Bird

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, excerpt from "Life"


  1. I love the colors in that photograph!!

  2. hi Vanessa, here i am out of the boonies of pigeon hill into the big town of high-speed bedford enjoying my friday morning with you on
    heyladygrey...thanks for all you bring


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