Sunday, March 15, 2015

Hope

Emily Dickinson wrote that "Hope is the thing with feathers," and yes, I think, it is. 

But today, a day after woolen-socks-fog yesterday, hope arrived on sunshine bursting between bedroom curtains, and blue sky, so blue only a few light clouds appeared, and 67 degrees by early afternoon, and green moss and briars, and rusty fencing joining blue sky, yellow winter grass, and green stickery vine, and hope became the things that promise spring!

March 14

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