Spring
Spring
comes wearing a bright green dress
And
fragrant flowers tucked in her tresses.
Spring
comes on feathered wings;
On
bird song and the hum of bees;
Rich
loam of freshly planted gardens;
The
soft songs of earthworms
And
the flutter of butterfly wings.
Spring
skips gaily over the creek,
Through
the budding trees and dells.
She
sings to newborn lambs and calves,
And
spindly legged colts trailing mares.
She
washes her hair in sudden showers,
Primps
at her reflection in the clear puddles;
Dances
with the wind and giggles like a girl
When
the grain of newly planted fields
Breaks
through the earth and tickles her feet.
Spring
is happiest when she is adored;
Planted
with flower beds, brushed and seeded
To
enter summer in a carefree riot of beauty!
Annie Johnson©
Destination
Set
my feet upon the path
Let
not them tarry nor stray.
Let
me feel the hard clay;
Feel
the hay meadows;
The
mossy wooded trails
Beneath
my bare feet.
For
I’ve a wanderer’s soul
A
tempest gale heart
A
lightning bright spirit
And
calling bird longings.
Set
my feet upon the path
While
wanderlust beckons
I’ll
surf on the waves of morning
Glide
on the air currents of soul dreams
And
go where the Butterfly leads.
Open
my ears that I might hear
The
scolding of the Crow
The
Blue Jay’s raucous prayers
The
Mourning Dove’s gentle lament
The
soft moan inside a cocoon.
The
restless soul must ever wander
Where
reality plays sanity’s game
And
flaunts its sunbeams in blinding rays
Upon
the heart-scape’s boundless wonder.
Oh, Let It Be
Forever Morning
Oh,
let it be forever morning
Forever
dawn with light just breaking
Over
some distant darkened hill -
Forever
silky leaves bathed in new-born gold
And
silver throated Thrushes calling
In
dew-sparkled piety
From
swimming reverence high
Atop
the minaret of morning;
Misty,
flowing notes
Calling
the faithful
To
prayer.
The New Earth
You
shall walk upon the Earth, with bare feet.
Every
inch of this planet is Holy.
Your
feet and body are protected by your mind.
You
shall rise and sit in the trees
Or
walk up and down their trunks with ease.
You
shall walk on stones and climb mountains
And
sit on the highest peaks and watch the stars;
Watch
the sunrise and the moon set when you please.
The
Earth feeds you from trees, plants and flowers.
Every
inch of the Earth provides for you abundantly.
You’ll
map the Earth by paths that you alone make,
There
are no signs for where you go or if you’re there yet.
You
will know the miles before your foot touches the path;
For
miles have no meaning or reason for passage
They
are set by where your mind leads you.
There
is no time on Earth; no Earthly clock to mark.
There
are others like you, and you seem to know them;
There
are no strangers on the Earth, you are one being.
What
your mind knows; everyone knows.
You
speak with your mind and share all beauty.
There
is no sadness; life is boundless joy and song.
The
very water sings beneath your wading feet.
The
flowers dance with you when you pass
And
fountains spring up where you stand.
This
is how you will live on this sacred land.
You
will laugh, dance, and love will follow you
Everywhere
your heart’s desire leads you;
Earth
was always Heaven.
Wind
The
wind moves the earth
It
carries voices over the vastness
Of
space and echoing mountains.
The
wind sings of time -
Speaks
its secret to proud trees -
Sings
to tone-deaf stones -
Sings
to laughing streams
And
ruffles the hair of infinity.
Wind
clears the voice of the fog.
In
dreams it brings lightning and rain;
Tickles
the neck of the canyons
And
aspires to greatness, sweeping
Tumble
weeds to perdition’s fences.
The
wind moves the earth.
It
baptizes the rivers
With
Holy ripples of flowing piety.
Where
do you go after you kiss my face?
What
lover’s rendezvous do you keep
With
the prancing manes of horses
Or
dandelion’s fluffy heads;
Or
dragonflies going south?
Wind,
where do you take the kisses
I
blow from my fingertips, like wishes
Into
the moon-drenched air?
Annie Johnson
Annie Johnson has been
writing poetry since she was 13 years old. She is now 80. She is Native
American of the Shawnee Tribe. She has written and published two, six
hundred-page novels and three books of poetry, now on Amazon. Annie is a world
class quilt designer and quilter with many awards for her fine quilting stitch.
Annie has won several poetry awards from prestigious 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
Ambassador de Literature award from Motivational Strips, the World Laureate of
Literature from World Nations Writers Union and the Global Literature Guardian
Award from Motivational Strips. Annie lives in Indiana in the same house she
moved into when she married her late husband, 58 years ago. She has a son, two
daughters, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law and seven cats. One daughter
and her husband moved in with her after her husband lost his sight two years
before his death. She enjoys cooking, reading poetry, and writing poetry. Annie
played a silver flute in the University Symphony for three years, on a music
scholarship and still plays her flute.