Diana Rosser


Sunday - Poem by Diana Rosser

He reached out and took my hand,
lingering warmth from the early morning
flowed between us.
Bird song piped and twittered.
Gentle spring sunshine
broke through the chill March wind.
By the edge of the canal
I placed one foot in front of the other
and my heart smiled.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 17, 2012


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