Diana Rosser


Diana Rosser Poems

1. A Thank You Note [tanka] 10/19/2013
2. A World Of Words 9/27/2014
3. An English Spring Ramble 3/16/2012
4. Around The Corner 8/28/2012
5. Bare Foot Driving Days 5/27/2014
6. Birds 8/16/2012
7. Black Hounds Howl 12/7/2012
8. Blooms 1/14/2012
9. Blown High 12/28/2012
10. Blue Sky 4/1/2013
11. Buttercups 2013 8/4/2013
12. Canned Heat 8/3/2013
13. Canvas 7/6/2012
14. Childhood Slaughtered 3/25/2014
15. Cogs 1/21/2013
16. Complete 9/29/2013
17. Crocuses 3/29/2016
18. Daylight And The Dark 2/13/2012
19. Dead Flowers 4/1/2013
20. Desert Sands 8/3/2012
21. Do Not Leave Me 1/20/2012
22. Dream Catcher 5/1/2012
23. Early Summer 7/3/2013
24. Easter 3/31/2016
25. Easy Does It 5/9/2013
26. First Thoughts On Seeing Birds Over Copacabana 4/27/2014
27. Flash Point 5/12/2013
28. Flight 2/5/2012
29. Folded 3/2/2013
30. For You 3/27/2012
31. Freedom 1/10/2012
32. Frosty Morning - Triolet 12/7/2012
33. Fugu 2/15/2014
34. Gift 4/11/2012
35. Give Hope A Chance 11/30/2012
36. Give Me A Drink 7/28/2014
37. Golden Autumn 10/27/2013
38. Gone 2/21/2014
39. Grey 3/6/2012
40. Haiku - Spring 3/2/2013
Best Poem of Diana Rosser

I Went Walking

I went walking beneath an English sky,
around dormant fields churned winter brown.
The chill air on my face was crisp and dry.
The path I walked waved up and down
gentle undulating hills.

I followed an ancient bridle way
that crossed my track whilst wandering free
sometime around the middle of the day
as I emerged into greenery
covering the way ahead.

Lit it was, with dappled sunlight dancing
flickering golden stars on to the ground
“come follow” called this path enchanting
so I, with freedom at my heels found
myself out upon those hills.

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The Garden

Weary and downcast, carrying the many heavy cares of the day I enter the garden.
Picking up the patient rake, with steady rhythm I gather the last of withered autumn into damp brown pools.
Green grass glistens and parts.
There is life’s new shoots poking through beneath the pear tree.
With easing breath and straightening limbs I bear the fallen leaves to the compost heap.
A gossamer spider’s web stretches, perfect and taut against the wooden frame.
The resident robin contemplates my mo

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