Hope

 

 

Many of the leaves have fallen from the trees but there's still some beauty left on the ground.

 

 

So pretty, it's difficult not to love autumn!

This too will soon be just a memory.

Looking up, I saw the dogwood ready to shed it's leaves.  Even as the dogwood prepares for dormancy, the buds for next springs flowers are visible.  There's hope that the light will return and spring will come again.

“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 Dickenson

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Hold on to hope all, spring isn't that far off!