i cloak my tender longing
in the guise
of fierce independence.
about my shoulders,
like a shawl clasped tight
against the gusts of my yearning.
yet the dew of sentimentality
seeps through my stoic stature,
bending me toward
the velvet melody of your voice.
Photo: Blood Root leaf and bud from my herb garden
© M.G. Iannucci 2017