Diana Rosser Poems

A million golden suns
on slender stems
weave amongst wild grasses.
How lucky my eyes.
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I have buried her in Hadaba
beneath the crescent moon
overlooking the shimmering sea.
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I have been home.
I never thought I would
step foot again
beneath the jacaranda trees
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The nightingale does not sing in my wood,
nor does the robin or the black bird sing.
On every branch on every tree, nothing;
for there is nothing here of any good.
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The vernal equinox has come.
Eostre, Goddess of the dawn
awakes due east this happy morn.
Dark days of biting cold are done.
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'There's a elephant in my refrigerator! ' I shouted through the door

'It's.. an.. elephant, darling, I thought I told you that before'
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He is happy, more than that, joyous
light filled, buoyant, weightless,
I feel it inside vast and sky blue
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I cannot recall the first drop of rain,
but after the first fall the splatters came.
They hit the grey pavement with great big splots.
Splat, splat, splat they arrived, drop after drop.
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In the garden the morning light
beams a shinning shaft, golden bright
on the newly built wooden fence
erected as a firm defense
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Your feathered tips
stretch out my fingers
the sway of your wings
my arms.
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