Autumn Poetry Challenge - "Hope is the thing with feathers"
I've been having a go at learning poetry by hearth this term. My original idea was for a poem a week, but that has proved impractical. Sometimes I change my mind about the poem and don't want to learn it, sometimes I run out of brain power, sometimes I forget.
This is one that has stayed with me:
It has a sweetness, a simplicity that appeals; I can imagine "Hope" as a feathered bird, small, but surprisingly tough and enduring. Like the small birds doing their annual migrations, back and forth, every year.