“Hope is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dickinson is a poem I often think of when I see ducklings. They are such an endearing symbol of renewal. This poem is often found in anthologies of readings suitable for weddings, yet I’ve never been asked to include it in a ceremony.
Yesterday I saw ten brand new ducklings down by Sunset Corner.
Today there were seven Paradise ducklings at the Margaret Mahy Playground.
All uplifting symbols of hope and regeneration.
“A duckling is the sweetest thing
and sure to make any soul sing.”