PAD Challenge day 19: choose a color for your poem title
We press through life’s marketplaces
Winter cold and summer heat
Holding hands and kissing faces
Arabesque of bittersweet
We fill baskets with life-moments
Amethyst and baby’s breath
For we cannot see the fulcrum
Pivoting twixt life and death
…as we dash through fields of flowers
To a skyline out of reach
Save to sundry sweep of hours
Washing over brawny beach
We embrace, knowing tomorrow
Bids us suffer parting’s pain
Yet we cannot quench with sorrow
Love; and so we love again
Asking nothing of God’s favor
But perhaps, if He would deem
Here and there a little picnic
On our own wee patch o’ green
© Janet Martin
What a wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Janet. And it rings true for me.
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