For A Friend, a Montana Wildflower

I have a friend who,

through the long nights of the past winter,

experienced several hardships and losses.

But, she is a sturdy woman

of frontier Montana stock.

The last of Winter and the late Spring have left her with an abundance of pain.

Yet,she,

like the wildflowers under the Big Sky,

heavy laden with snow the whole of this last long winter,

shall push through the last of that snow

to bloom the colors of the rainbow.

Joy shall,

as surely as the bloom of the wildflowers,

return for her.

It is just their nature:

my friend’s

and the wildflowers’.

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