A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, April 15, 2019

"After frost"

After frost
the rude bloom
stoops with rime
dying.

A spider climbs
tippy-toe up the icy
stalk to sling strands
into the rising, brightening
air at a branch. No one

in all this is fooled.
A curious business
of trying

too soon to make a living;
the change coming too late
for we the living, burst

into it to appall
some design.

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