Your poem brought to mind Emily Dickinson’s “Hope Is The Thing With Feathers.” How lovely there’s a Blue Jay in your poem. In “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” we also see these words:
Hi Gary, Thank you for reminding me of Emily Dickinson's poem. These words are beautiful and helpful. Take good care. And may your day be full of joy and peace.
Hope is one of those things that is always there...if we remember to look for it and hold onto it. But it slips away quickly, like a breeze touching a leaf.
Love that acronym. I have recently created this acronym given the reality of Climate Change... H.O.P.E. Heal our planet everywhere. I send out monthly emails to Grandparents who want to leave a positive climate legacy for their descendants. I call it “Grand H.O.P.E.
A week or so ago the muses noted in a love letter that we’ve encountered a great horned on our marsh walks. Each time, blue jays have been fluttering around it.
I would LOVE to see an owl. A few years back I did get a peek of one after an early morning run...but since then no sighting...though I do hear one or two. I did not know that blue jays...thank you for the fun fact!
Your poem brought to mind Emily Dickinson’s “Hope Is The Thing With Feathers.” How lovely there’s a Blue Jay in your poem. In “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” we also see these words:
“At the end of the storm
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.”
May your day be hopeful and fulfilling!
Hi Gary, Thank you for reminding me of Emily Dickinson's poem. These words are beautiful and helpful. Take good care. And may your day be full of joy and peace.
Hope is one of those things that is always there...if we remember to look for it and hold onto it. But it slips away quickly, like a breeze touching a leaf.
Thank you Jack. I appreciate you reading, sharing and being here.
Love that acronym. I have recently created this acronym given the reality of Climate Change... H.O.P.E. Heal our planet everywhere. I send out monthly emails to Grandparents who want to leave a positive climate legacy for their descendants. I call it “Grand H.O.P.E.
What a great acronym Clark! Thank you and work that matters.
I am always drawn in by the ways "hope" is defined... One of my favorites is H.O.P.E., Hold On Pain Ends.
Thank you Emily. I love that you shared this. Thank you for being here.
Without hope there is nothing. Sending love. ♥️
I agree. Thank you Rebecca.
Love
Remember where my help comes from
Yes yes always
Always! Thank you Claudette for being here. Hugs to you.
Recently learned that
Blue jays harass owls because
See them as a threat
A week or so ago the muses noted in a love letter that we’ve encountered a great horned on our marsh walks. Each time, blue jays have been fluttering around it.
Random, I know.
Lovely poem.
Let us feed our hope!
I would LOVE to see an owl. A few years back I did get a peek of one after an early morning run...but since then no sighting...though I do hear one or two. I did not know that blue jays...thank you for the fun fact!
I fell in love with owls when I read the Guardians of Ga’Hoole series with my son. So good! 😁
Oh! Thank you for a book recommendation. I will look that series up.
Lovely poem Julia
Yes, hope is fundamental
It is the “keystone”
Hi Clark, Thank you for your faithful response. :)
I am always glad to see the Blue Jays on the birdfeeder. They make me smile! Your poems are so inspiring! Love them!!
I've been lucky to see several flying around making a ruckus! :) Thank you Faith. Enjoy your day.