Snow Moon

     

Child Moon by Carl Sundborg

The child's wonder

At the old moon

Comes back nightly.

She points her finger

To the far silent yellow thing

Shining through the branches

Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,

Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"

And in her bed fading to sleep

With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

Yellow warbler, UAF Botanical Garden

 

Sometimes the seemingly small things in life can brighten the entire world.

"Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune--without the words,
and never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me."
~Emily Dickinson

Wordless Wednesday -- What's abuzz in your world?

Yes, I know it's still winter which is precisely why I decided we needed a splash of color today.