Love…
…arrives like spring after a cold winter. It brings hope where there was emptiness. The ground breaks sprouting new growth that was lying in wait for love’s warmth so it could burst open with color.

From “Little Men” by American novelist Louisa May Alcott
Love is a flower
that grows
in any soil,
works its
sweet miracles
undaunted by
autumn frost
or winter snow,
blooming fair
and fragrant
all the year,
and blessing
those who give
and those
who receive.