The woods were soft green
The sun reddish moon
The moon not yet born
The owl still, forlorn.
And I was not immune.
I knew how diamond dew
Could alter your view
Could wake your senses
Guard off your fences.
And I was not immune.
The house in silence.
The heart in absence.
Golden age past old
Old age done and sold.
And I was not immune.
Back bent and shoulders bowed
Face wrinkled and eyes circled
Mouth hollow, limbs weakened
Soul adrift, mind blinded
And I was not immune.
I was not immune
Against
Sun and moon,
Dawn and dew,
Life and death,
Love and you.
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Wonderful poem about nature, health and love. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks a lot for the trouble you take to read my poems.