HOPE RISING
The silent night
Echoes only
To the sound of wings
Slapping against water.
The frozen air
Crackles
As pearly birds fly
Into the rising sun.
Hope flexes
Its own wings
As it sets out
Into the world.
©2020 Gwen Grant
HOPE RISING
The silent night
Echoes only
To the sound of wings
Slapping against water.
The frozen air
Crackles
As pearly birds fly
Into the rising sun.
Hope flexes
Its own wings
As it sets out
Into the world.
©2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Wonderful, Gwen! I love this poem.
It shows so much mood and has a very special atmosphere. Yes, it’s true that at night the noises are very different – much more intense, sometimes they seem louder and more special.
That is really a great piece of writing.
Thank You, Gwen.
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So glad you liked it, Rosie. I’ve just been looking at your work again and loving it.
Gwen.
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🌞 🐞🌷
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Very nice. It reminds me of Emily Dickinson’s “Hope is the thing with feathers.”
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So glad you liked it. I’ll have to look up the Emily poem.
Gwen.
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Thank you, Rosie. Hope you have a sunny day where you are.
Gwen.
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