Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Hope is a thing with feathers

I went outside yesterday morning and breathed in the fresh spring air.

For the first time in a while the future seemed bright.

Is it that the play I'm directing is almost over?

Is it that the yearbook is almost completed?

Could it be that I finally got enough sleep?

Or is it just spring?


  1. Hope is a beautiful thing. Isn't it amazing that it is never really gone?

  2. Carole Anne, I love the title, too- too bad I can't take credit for it. I stole it from an Emily Dickenson poem.

    Carolyn- it is amazing how it always comes back again...but I'm often frightened that it won't.