Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
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
During the long weeks and months cooped up in our apartment, we were thankful that at least it was spring, that we could sit on our balcony in the sunlight, watch our seedlings grow and listen to the birdsong in the tops of the pines surrounding us. The colour green brought us hope, and it was green – green fields, green hills – in wide open spaces, that called to us when we could finally venture out of the flat and the city.
And wandering, at last, through these green and unenclosed places, we noticed, more insistent, more fervent than usual, the calls of birds – nightingales, cuckoos, chiff chaffs, chaffinches, blackcaps, blackbirds, wrens, warblers, woodpeckers – all asserting their claim to the pastures and trees that had been left to flourish, undisturbed and unpolluted, for so long.
The birds came closer to home. A great spotted woodpecker performed acrobatics in the tree outside our kitchen window. A young hooded crow, thirsty and exhausted from flying the nest, sat eyeing me outside my bedroom door, until I gave it water and a gentle lift up onto the wall. While I taught lessons online, a pair of collared doves cooed at me from the roof of the balcony.
The closest encounter came on a drive in the north of Lazio. Another tired juvenile not long out of the nest, this time a green woodpecker, flopping and flapping by the side of the road. I scooped it up and placed it out of harm’s way. I held, for a moment, a jewel – intricate detail, emerald glow – in my hands.
Green is the colour of hope. It’s where we go to find ourselves, away from the hurly burly. It is shelter and food and life for the creatures we share the world with. Green was given a chance to flourish this year. I hope we will find a way to let that continue.