On the finches not returning

Today I lift a line from Emily Dickinson.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
My finches, every spring—
On my wreath their nest awaits
New life they always bring—

This year —more than ever—
I watch for their return—
Yet the nest is empty
Of that for which I yearn—

I wonder what is keeping them
And if my charm is gone—
Do the finches know somehow
Life must keep moving on—

Come home, little finches—
Come home— if you will—
Hope is the thing with feathers
Where I’m abiding—still.

Note: “Charm” is the group name for finches.

6 thoughts on “On the finches not returning

  1. I’d be channeling my dad if I told you this was a charming poem.

    But I think it really is great that you took your inspiration from Emily Dickinson. Sometimes it’s just fun to play with lines, or patterns, or styles.

    This was beautiful!

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