Diana Rosser

This Day - Poem by Diana Rosser

It is morning and the promise of day
sweeps across the sky.
Meadow grasses oscillate gently in the
dolce wind.
Wild vermilion poppies dance.
Amongst yellow buttercups
lethargy submerges limbs
beneath the undulating carpet.
Plucking one small cup I hold it
beneath your chin.

Sunshine alights

Swallows skim
the top of the old oak tree,
swooping down low
over our
sea of Anemones.
Zeus himself would pay homage
to this day.

Comments about This Day by Diana Rosser

  • Captain Cur (7/15/2012 6:10:00 PM)

    Richly described scenic moment.
    I would never get away with writing about buttercups,
    but I secretly want to, don't tell. Bringing a god down.
    on the scene always interesting. Never know when
    they will throw a bolt. Very impressive, duck!
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  • (7/15/2012 4:21:00 PM)

    Wonderful imagery described, what a sweet poem of innocent beauty - this scene will stay with me for a long time. Thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 9, 2012

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