Lenten Roses
by Bill Countryman
Our life is lent us by a mystery.
Lent points us now to our mortality.
And Lenten roses in funereal tones
embroider winter’s pall as it declines
toward spring.
Lenten Roses
by Bill Countryman
Our life is lent us by a mystery.
Lent points us now to our mortality.
And Lenten roses in funereal tones
embroider winter’s pall as it declines
toward spring.