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Diana Rosser Poems
I Went Walking
I went walking beneath an English sky, around dormant fields churned winter brown. The chill air on my face was crisp and dry. The path I walked waved up and down
Into the Shadow
Come; let us walk towards the water's edge through soft green grass, adorned with wild flowers. Sheltered on a blanket spread, we will stretch beneath the shadow of the Alder's boughs.
They fly through my heart small measures of joy beating away early morning
In my garden a new rose blooms, velvet red with heady sweet perfume. The rose bush itself is carefully tended, fertilized, when best remembered.
This autumn day
This autumn day, gossamer mist lies low across the field kiss'd by tiny glist'ning pearls cleaving to tawny buckled blades weaving
Cool water pushes up against my face.
The new bedroom
The new bedroom, which I built in my head for what seemed an endless time waits, with full boxes for her return.
On lucent gossamer wings fulgent in
It is morning and the promise of day sweeps across the sky. Meadow grasses oscillate gently in the dolce wind.
Give Hope A Chance
Death, you have spent too long in the desert, move away. Let kindly soothing winds wrap gentle discourse around past pain and hurt and mend the rift that tears the growing gap.
It is the hollow of your shoulder blade where I rest my head
So as dreams
Bright new day, familiar in its dawning ripens as swelling fruit on the apple tree; full of song this maturing morning promising sweet for the autumn table.
Give me a drink
Before me thy beauty sparkles. Woven into your long cool deliciousness bubbles rise perfect in their minuteness.
wind blows relentless winter howls its discontent upon sodden land
Comments about Diana Rosser
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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I Went Walking
I went walking beneath an English sky,
around dormant fields churned winter brown.
The chill air on my face was crisp and dry.
The path I walked waved up and down
gentle undulating hills.
I followed an ancient bridle way
that crossed my track whilst wandering free
sometime around the middle of the day
as I emerged into greenery
covering the way ahead.
Lit it was, with dappled sunlight dancing
flickering golden stars on to the ground
“come follow” called this path enchanting
so I, with freedom at my heels found
myself out upon those hills.