Moonset

Moonset; dawn dawning
On a silent world; no birds 
Sing in the stillness reigning. 
The wind has closed its mouth
On the tremulous leaves of trees 
Marching across the horizon. 
Moonset; the flowers sleep 
In their silent fragrance, deep 
In the disappearing shadows 
As silver darkness dawning daylight
Reclaims a yawning world, with 
Golden rims in the eastern sky. 
Moonset; golden sun rising 
Greeting a new day; new dreams 
Form as the fading tranquility 
Of the night slips into oblivion. 
The sweetness of night’s beauty 
Softly steals into the gold of day.


For the Long Ago
 
Loving you for the long ago. 
Being with you; forever courting 
Your impeccable character; 
Your intrinsic manner; classic 
Silhouette; perfect form; your 
Incomparable beauty, your 
Mystic capacity for creating 
Memories while showing 
Your undying love for me; 
Loving me each day; each year; 
With a love that never ceases 
But goes on, for the long ago.

Annie Johnson is 84 years old. She is Shawnee Native American. She has published two, six hundred-page novels and six books of poetry. Annie has won several poetry awards from world poetry organizations including; World Union of Poets; she is a member of World Nations Writers Union; has received the World Institute for Peace award; the World Laureate of Literature from World Nations Writers Union and The William Shakespeare Poetry Award. She received a Certificate and Medal in recognition of the highest literature from International Literary Union for the year 2020, from Ayad Al Baldawi, President of the International Literary Union. She has three children, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law. Annie played a flute in the Butler University Symphony. She still plays her flute.