Feathered Fog
A feather rests in the still fog over Lake Michigan.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
― Emily Dickinson
A feather rests in the still fog over Lake Michigan.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
― Emily Dickinson
