is the thing with feathers,
(seagulls fishing Washington state)
that perches in the soul,
(puffin in the open ocean off Washington state)
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops, at all.
(Steller’s jay California).
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
and on the strangest sea,
(dark-eyed junco California)
yet never in extremity,
(American robin Washington state)
it asked a crumb of me.
(red winged blackbird Washington state)
Cheers to you from Emily & her winged harbingers of hope~
Poem extracts, ‘Hope is the Thing With Feathers,’ Emily Dickinson.
