elusive

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.

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