Hope Is The Thing With Feathers Poem by Catherine Habbie

I sat on my garden floor
And took in all the scents
The sweet pea the tomato
Watched their blossoms too
The mustard & sunset crescents

I watched the orchid bloom and die
I watched the cactus bereft forlorn
I watched the dried daffodil
And then enlightenment glowed
From below my window sill

Life kindles anew
From out of the soil shoots a branch
A dried twig turns into a green blade of grass
The buds appear out of nowhere
There's bees a buzzing everywhere

I blew the dandelion parachutes afar
They flew skyward each at par
Long after sunset I left my window ajar
Someday they'll be with the others
Hope is the thing with feathers