Thursday, February 25, 2010

Feathered Hope.

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 herd;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've herd it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
it asked a crumb of me.
       (Emily Dickinson)


You must forgive me, I seem to have
feathers stuck in my Camera.
God's Gifts, are better than
mans best dreams.
(unknown)
I must concentrate my gaze closer to the ground.

 

5 comments:

A Brit in Tennessee said...

Isn't he a fine one !
Such awesome pictures, and love the Emily Dickinson poem to match...

MadSnapper said...

i like the little sparrow sharing the house with the cardinal. don't tell the little one it is not a pretty as the red one. I see a donkey or two in with the feathers in your camera.

Catherine said...

Cardinals have such rich color and look so proud. You captured that so well!

Anonymous said...

I love the pictures and the poems and prose.... they are a sign of hope for better things to come. Thanks..
Carole

Sunny said...

Your Cardinal pictures are breathtaking, such a beautiful bird.
Sunny :)