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?

Saturday, February 13, 2021

the moon in dog years

When I stepped out to light 
I saw her clothes had been tidily 
laid on the rocks and things. By 
a river too cold all day to wade,
she stood idly ready to know 
something. If a rose could be pale
as the light of this moon, I would
blush enough blood back up its stem
and into dim petals to wend and uplift 
every soft silken folded shape
with a gift of burst red flame 
in a light made anew. And the thorns 
would be blackest green in that glow.
There'd be nothing but words, soft 
and empty as dew - since I
already knew. We already know.  


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