Something of the night

In its final cut, I felt this had something of the night about it.  It wasn't meant to,  It's simply a bit of swansdown from an old nesting site (dang, I should have thought about this for Derelict Sunday).  Anyway, perhaps it's appropriate for these short days and long nights.

Dark or not, though, today's been a day for planning and getting things done.  Very satisfactory, I feel quite buoyant.  So to share that I thought you might like this poem by Emily Dickinson, about Hope (and 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 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.

Lovely, isn't it?  And for once perhaps I deserve a laid back evening.

I wish you one as well  xx

PS: freespiral - who is running Derelict Sunday - tells me you can tag for any day of the week, so this now is also tagged DS3