the gold thread of dawn
arrives on wings of finches
clings softly to hope
summer with her doe eyed ladies
how willing are they
to hold up the light all the live long day.
and when night falls-as darkness will,
all the blooming bows to
a bowl of stars
another bounty of willingness
to
shine.shine.shine.
xo
welcome to
even in our darkest hour
may we cling to hope
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Thank you Rebecca, for weaving threads of hope through my day. Take care, stay safe, big hug from Holland.
Posted by: Marit | June 26, 2020 at 06:52 AM
During these dark and troubling times, may we cling ever more fiercely to hope!
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | June 26, 2020 at 06:55 AM
I too, am so grateful for the threads of hope here, the messages to our hearts as we find our way home... Lots of love to you my dear friend of beauty. XO
Posted by: Lea | June 26, 2020 at 07:16 AM
Evocative image, splendiferous words.
Posted by: Meri | June 26, 2020 at 07:30 AM
Lovely threads of h;ope. Have a blessed weekend, Rebecca.
Posted by: Reading Pleasure | June 26, 2020 at 08:21 AM
Your poetry is always so, so beautiful and meaningful and always brings me right to where I am supposed to be.
Posted by: judie | June 26, 2020 at 09:31 AM
You always have the most amazing photos and your words are a delight ~
Be Safe, Be Well,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Posted by: A ShutterBug Explores | June 26, 2020 at 10:40 AM
Ah, hope indeed!! What else is there right now! I'm trusting that all will be well!
Posted by: Cathy Keller | June 26, 2020 at 11:31 AM
There is plenty of hope in the garden.
Have a great weekend.
Posted by: Lisa at Greenbow | June 27, 2020 at 04:43 AM
Lovely, Rebecca. A drop of sunshine in dark times.
Posted by: Anne Jeffries | June 27, 2020 at 11:37 AM