Extend to me a blushing rose

I’ll chart with art its sunlit pose

Depicting it in splendor fair

I draw my lines with studied care

To praise in pencil truth’s aplomb

And time’s departure swift postpone

To render color black and white

A keener vision to excite

In love with living’s light and shade

In love with all my yesterdays

Yet pondering my pain the while

A thought of fortune reconciled

Now marveling at seasons past

Remembering a kinder cast

And contemplating now my fate

Anticipating what awaits

While knowing that the rose will die

While knowing that I know not why

I ask indeed, why must we die?

I know not why, oh no not I

Marcia Thornton

Thursday, December 3, 2020

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