Diana Rosser Poems
|121.||The Morning Sky||10/17/2014|
|122.||Half A Chance||11/18/2014|
|123.||My Father Is Dead||12/13/2014|
|124.||A World Of Words||9/27/2014|
|125.||I Went Walking||1/18/2014|
|127.||I Choose Happiness||12/24/2013|
|128.||Frosty Morning - Triolet||12/7/2012|
|129.||Black Hounds Howl||12/7/2012|
|132.||Your Beating Heart||7/12/2014|
|134.||He Has Gone||9/26/2014|
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He Has Gone
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.
The coloured roses they have stayed,
their fragrant petals float down undone,
now their beheading must be begun,
their life and death be duly weighed.
I handle now his familiar shears,
recognize the Christmas gifts I bought,
remember how we sat down to talk
on the corner bench through many years;
just a week before the words he taught
njia, the way runs through my tears.
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.