to open together
like the feathers of a wing
to love is to fly
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops
at all.
emily dickinson
where hope springs eternal
xo
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I can hear that tune of hope in my head Rebecca. Love your positive and lovely haiku ánd photo - is that your garden? Big hug to you my friend, enjoy your day/weekend.
Posted by: Marit | August 06, 2021 at 07:11 AM
I'm ready to fly!
Posted by: Mark | August 06, 2021 at 08:12 AM
Flying with you Rebecca, with all my heart and all the hope that flutters in our hearts. For weeks now... the naked ladies have been appearing. First buds, now bugles of glory. They always make me thing of you. XO
Posted by: Lea | August 06, 2021 at 11:12 AM
Google is giving me a hard time linking to Type Pad ~ but came a circuitous route ~
Hope is key and you always give hope with your beautiful photos and haiku ~ Xo
Living in the moment,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Posted by: A ShutterBug Explores | August 07, 2021 at 02:20 PM