A feathered cuff, a gale on the leg, and bird wings on the foot inspired by this poem by Emily Dickinson (1861).

“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.

Yardage approx. 360 (380, 400) yds
This pattern has been professionally tech edited.