Hope

"Hope" by Kathy-rine

Hope Is the Thing With Feathers

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all

and the sweetest gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the litter 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 Dickenson