Diana Rosser Poems

Death, you have spent too long in the desert,
move away. Let kindly soothing winds wrap
gentle discourse around past pain and hurt
and mend the rift that tears the growing gap.
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Bright new day, familiar in its dawning
ripens as swelling fruit on the apple
tree; full of song this maturing morning
promising sweet for the autumn table.
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It is the hollow
of your shoulder blade
where I rest my head
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In this moment in front of me
a sparrow flown down from a tree
has folded its magnificent wings.
Feather'd tessellated markings
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Before me thy beauty sparkles.

Woven into your long cool deliciousness bubbles rise
perfect in their minuteness.
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Crocuses bloom above the grass
that winter, which has yet to pass
has kept from growing in the parks
and gardens.
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During lockdown Lucy drove by
with a few plants for me to try
to grow outdoors in pots and tubs.
Not pretty flowers or green shrubs
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The wind is quiet
Fine rain falling softly
on the garden pond
leaves no trace.
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He has gone to shadow in sweet shade,
out of the glare from the ancient sun,
placed his footsteps in footsteps done,
left the ripe rose garden that he laid.
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I love to lie upon your beating heart
hear it pound the sound of African drums
see shields glinting in the sun
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