This Day - Poem by Diana Rosser
It is morning and the promise of day
sweeps across the sky.
Meadow grasses oscillate gently in the
Wild vermilion poppies dance.
Amongst yellow buttercups
lethargy submerges limbs
beneath the undulating carpet.
Plucking one small cup I hold it
beneath your chin.
the top of the old oak tree,
swooping down low
sea of Anemones.
Zeus himself would pay homage
to this day.
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