Green

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