A Northwest Blessing

Isn't it always true
that the brightest blooms --
the moments of sheer illumination,
that color our lives with wonder --
isn't it always,
or almost always,
true:
that they emerge,
singing fire,
from the darkest moments of our lives?
And so, for you in the dark, a Northwest blessing:
The rhodies are coming,
The rhodies are coming!


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