Thursday, October 8, 2009

Pink: Echinacea

Part One: Life XXXII

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


sherry ♥ lee said...

A beautiful poem by Dickinson and beautiful coneflowers for Pink Thursday!!

PixieDust said...

You picked a perfect poem for your perfect pink blooms... such sweetness...



Christina said...

So, so beautiful.