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?

Tuesday, September 06, 2022

Their Natures.

She was sun and wave and rain,
and He was tooth and claw and beak.
She was soil, ditch and drain.
He was toil and roar and squeak.

So naturally they fell smack in love,
and he was drawn up in invincible blue
as she plunged down individually
into every living thing he ever knew.

He grew into essences, she into forms
- and being as each unfamiliarly fared,
one had to learn what the other taught fast!
And then they’d switch leads, racing

everywhere 

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