It is fine that Emily Dickinson believed
that hope is the thing with feathers.
I choose the broken branches that fell
during the winter ice storm in January
and whose buds opened one April afternoon.
I was a bit surprised in looking through the poems on this site that I have written a number of poems about hope in some way. I suppose that is a good thing – though not all the poems are “hopeful.”
“Hope is the thing with feathers” is the poem by Emily Dickinson that inspired my poem today.