Spring is carefree.  She doesn't even hang a calendar in her kitchen.
       -----G. Hill

The First Butterfly

Silently she danced into view,
Fluttering, flirting, with something new.
Occupying my space with bundles of grace,
Bouquets and petals that fly and float
On promises given, the wings of hope.
      ------G. Hill

Hope, not hurts, can fly like a winged flower and land in our dreams.
      ------G. Hill

Expect Wonders, Even Now

Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed… Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.
           — Henry David Thoreau

Never Stops at All

Hope is the thing with feathers (or wings)
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
          ― Emily Dickinson

See Also: Conversation with a Butterfly and Accord

Conversation with a Butterfly

Accord