Immutable 

love does not tease

and tickle

like a fickle breeze,

nor is it uprooted

in stormy ferocity.

it is

bloom that shows

beneath the snows,

a balance

of graceful being,

and spring,

is its only season.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Wild pea flowers that night after night have survived the frost.

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