The Thing with Feathers

A Poem

Sing, O my heart
a new song;
Of the Hope¹
that brews underground
when all else
is covered in
snow,
clothed in barrenness.

You, O Lord
stir my feet
to dance
new rhythms,
Pulsing
Hope like a heart beating
into wakefulness.

(15 November 2020)

1. The phrase, "The Thing with Feathers” is a light homage to the poem by Emily Dickinson, number 254, “Hope is the thing with feathers…