February 03, 2016 HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS... February 03, 2016/ Karen Pender Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soulAnd sings the tune without the wordsand never stops at all — Emily Dickinson The Catbird sings a crooked songIn minors that are flatAnd when he can’t control his voiceHe mews just like a catThen nods his head and whisks his tailAnd lets it go at that — Oliver Davie The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings — J.M.Barrie "The Little White Bird" Within my garden rides a birdUpon a single wheel-Whose spokes a dizzy music makeAs ‘twere a traveling mill-He never stops, but slackensAbove the ripest rose-Partakes without alightingAnd praises as he goes,Till every spice is tasted-And then his fairy gigReels in remoter atmospheres-And I rejoin my dog,And he and I, perplex usIf positive ‘twer we-Or bore the garden in the brainThis curiosity-But he the best logician, Refers my clumsy eye-To just vibrating blossoms! An exquisite reply! — Emily Dickinson ENJOY THE BEAUTY OF THIS DAY DEAR ONES