Beneath the frozen mountains
buried in winter’s snows
a new bud bursts forth –
a wild Montana Rose.
A display of rare beauty,
a fragrant rose is formed
nestled among the prickly thorns
that protect it from life’s storm.
No words can describe
the colors that unfold
when the bud opens its plume
after the winter’s cold.
As you journey to the mountains
through the valleys deep
you may happen upon a cabin
waken from evening’s sleep.
Cold from the journey,
weary or forlorn
A fragrant rose awaits,
sweetness among the thorns.
If you walk up to the door
you’ll be welcomed in,
chills melt away with a cup of tea
and a cookie from the tin.
You never know what lies beneath
that lofty mountain peak
for treasures lie within her heart,
a wild Montana Rose you may meet.
May the trail rise to meet you
as you go on your way
and remember the wild Montana Rose
that brightened a dreary day.
Beneath the frozen mountains
buried in winter’s snows
a new bud bursts forth –
a wild Montana Rose.
2012, posted August 2019