This is linked to Real Toads, Tuesday Platform. With total admiration in De Jackson’s (WhimsyGizmo) style of poetry.

Ageless
This poem is ageless –
No wrinkles, no white hair, no unsteady gait.

This poem dances on the shores
of oceans, lakes, deserts.

This poem sings on her backporch
in the moonlight – loudly – Handel’s Halleluiah Chorus .

This poem loves deeply and joyfully
and exchanges the feeling of skin on skin.

This poem is ageless.
This poem flies with owls between the trees –
silent and unafraid.