Diana Rosser


Diana Rosser Poems

41. I See You 10/23/2012
42. I Stepped Out Into Autumn 11/23/2012
43. Blown High 12/28/2012
44. Who Knows Where The Time Goes 1/3/2013
45. Packing Up Cristmas 1/6/2013
46. Watching 1/19/2013
47. Cogs 1/21/2013
48. What Do You Want? 2/8/2013
49. Life 3/2/2013
50. Folded 3/2/2013
51. Haiku - Spring 3/2/2013
52. Nothing 3/3/2013
53. Nature Consists In Motion 3/3/2013
54. 'Nothing' 3/3/2013
55. Dead Flowers 4/1/2013
56. Blue Sky 4/1/2013
57. Rock A Bye Train 4/27/2013
58. Easy Does It 5/9/2013
59. Nesting Storks 5/20/2013
60. Early Summer 7/3/2013
61. Canned Heat 8/3/2013
62. Buttercups 2013 8/4/2013
63. Visiting Mum And Dad 8/13/2013
64. Unexpected 8/13/2013
65. No Better Place 5/15/2013
66. Flash Point 5/12/2013
67. Shelling Peas 9/20/2013
68. Complete 9/29/2013
69. Hengist And Horsa 10/11/2013
70. A Thank You Note [tanka] 10/19/2013
71. Golden Autumn 10/27/2013
72. Show [tanka] 11/8/2013
73. Wars Make History 11/10/2013
74. Priceless Moment 12/1/2013
75. Still 8/1/2012
76. Desert Sands 8/3/2012
77. Rainbow Sky 12/26/2013
78. Resolution Sonnet 12/31/2013
79. I Looked At My Everyday Love In A Mindful Way 3/2/2014
80. Sorrowful - Tanka 3/15/2014
Best Poem of Diana Rosser

The Shady Path

If your reckless mind unobserved
wanders into the deep dark sea,
then swim towards the lapping shore
and walk towards the tall oak tree
at the start of the ancient wood.

It's there you will find the shady path
you walked that English summer's day
when the sun shone through high above
and sprinkled stars along the way
lighting the ground beneath your feet.

Remember, you were not alone,
walking beside you was the one
who showed that the shady path
was an adventure that begun
at the start of the ancient wood.

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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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