Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -


And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little 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 Dickinson

Seems appropriate as it is the most dismal day - gales, heavy rain, gloom. The Regatta was cancelled as were lots of things planned for the Bank Holiday I imagine. It can only get better. Hrrumph.