feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.

Feathers fell from the sky. Like black snow, they drifted onto an old city called Bath.

The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.

A FEATHER.A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.

A feather is a sign from the angels. It is a response to a question, a thought or an emotion. It's their way of saying; "You are loved and are being guided through this by the angelic realm.

They are forever looking into the nooks and crannies of a thing, whatever the thing may be. Always up very early or very late, going for rides on the backs of whales who deliver the mail; waking up covered in a secret language of hums; writing about the hobbies of feathers; changing shape like a cloud; howling at the moon; being a radioactive night-light in the dark; being a life raft on an ocean of alphabet soup; being great-hearted; being selfless; believing in tall tales, doodlebugs, and doohickeys. Believing. Believing in themselves. Believing in you.

Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea.