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 … Continue reading Winging on Petals of Hope