Diana Rosser Poems
|123.||What Do You Want?||2/8/2013|
|124.||Who Knows Where The Time Goes||1/3/2013|
|127.||Your Beating Heart||7/12/2014|
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.
glides over smooth rock.
Sun light catches
small stars dancing
across naked feet
at the waters edge.