When morning comes
and light returns,
hope’s feathers may lie still
but hear the wisdom of a child or
new leader with caring speech,
tromp through cool autumn woods
or cradle a late seedling—
that feeling of aliveness
(they call it ‘hope’ )
may return
~
©2017 Ontheland
The new Quadrille word is ‘hope’. To find more poems using hope or hope-formed words, please check ‘Mister Linky’ at the prompt post.
Ontheland 
This is beautiful. This is definitely what we should hope for.
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I think “they call it hope” would almost make me say “I call it life”
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Yes life and hope are entwined…
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“hope’s feathers may lie still” — man, that hit me in the gut, for some reason. Such cool wording.
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I always think of Dickinson’s bird with feathers when I think about hope.
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Excellent! 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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Thanks Dorna 🙂
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Hope does seem like a feeling of aliveness.
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It certainly does Janice, this is a poem of hope.
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