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?
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?
Lovely, lovely title, great mood.
ReplyDeleteHope is a beautiful thing. Isn't it amazing that it is never really gone?
ReplyDeleteCarole Anne, I love the title, too- too bad I can't take credit for it. I stole it from an Emily Dickenson poem.
ReplyDeleteCarolyn- it is amazing how it always comes back again...but I'm often frightened that it won't.