Annie Johnson (USA)
Annie Johnson is 79 years old and has been a poet for 65 years. She wrote her first poem at age 14. She lives in the State of Indiana, in the USA. She was married to her late husband for 56 years. She has three grown children and two grown grandchildren. She played a flute in the University Symphony for three years on a music scholarship; she still plays her flute. She is a world class quilt designer and quilter with many honors for quilting. She has published two novels and three poetry books. She continues to write something everyday and is currently working on two children’s books. Annie loves life, loves cats and loves cooking. Her children and grandchildren come every Sunday for dinner and to spend the afternoon with her.
Magic Trails of Youth
Night pulls a blanket of stars over the earth.
The forest slumbers in the starlight.
A wide-eyed owl sits in a tree
Hooting to keep the night awake.
In my dreams I wander the mossy paths
Listening to the tree frogs, my senses
Tuned to the faintest sounds of the night;
A snail crossing the path ahead of me;
Mice breathing under ferns, hiding
From the sharp eyes of the Owl.
Raccoons snoring in a hollow tree.
A Doe and her fawn slurping water
From a brook that sparkles moonlight
Like diamonds glittering in the dark.
Now in my dreams I’m walking
On all the girlhood trails I’ve known,
Opening like a misty thoroughfare
Swirling around my soul, the memory
Of places the heart remembers, dormant
From long years on unmarked highways
Leading to adulthood’s brick and mortar life.
Bricks hold the thoughts and memory
Of what strife brings to one, past youth;
Past dreaming and yearning for the softness
Of a shadowed, whispering yard, lit
By fireflies and youthful innocence
Dancing in the magic of girlhood laughter
Carried on the wind like some distant train whistle
Flashing through town long after curfew.
Morning dew greets the waking spirit of reality.
The Doorway of Dreams
You run naked through the meadows of my mind
And splash me in the sparkling streams of dreams.
You romp with me over the shadowy woods of time
And run ahead of me to greet the morning’s laughter
On wings of golden sunlight and trilling bird song.
Dreams have a way of opening eternity’s doorway
To glimpse heaven one sweet night at a time.
Sky rockets of starlight and moonshine adorn
What we can only imagine in conscious awareness
Scattered across the skies of night and dreams.
Would that I could meet such beauty of time
Cast upon the hours of sleep in thoughts of you
And take you by the hand and look into your eyes
And speak all the love I whisper nightly in your ears.
Oh, how cherished you are in my mind and heart
Both awake and deep in the cradle of sleeping night.
Yours is the face my eyes adore and yours the body
My body longs to touch, to taste and awaken next to
In the soft light of morning dust motes dancing in the air.
I shall lie on the ancient threshold of dream’s doorway
Awaiting the future, when time decrees, you step from
My world of sleep, into my waiting arms and day awakened.
Song of Beauty Sonnet
Beauty fills my soul wherever I walk.
The earth is a garden; an Eden to roam.
Sacred the bee hive; the glide of the hawk;
Green forests beneath a summer sky dome.
The deep sonorous song of the sea tides;
The moon pulling to shore the crashing waves;
All speak to the spirit that faith provides,
Glowing with the depth of beauty life craves.
My mind gathers earth-scenes sparkling like gold;
Treasures I want to take back to the stars.
Music tucked in rainbow curves to unfold
Over peaceful lands where there are no wars.
On my star-bound journey, I’d pack these along;
The vignettes of dancing cranes and whale song.