Christmas Eve Owl
A poem by Doris Potter
December 22, 2021
I hear the owl’s tremolo –
it travels through the falling snow.
No greater gift could I receive
than to be here on Christmas Eve
beneath a tree whose branches hold
a tiny owl with call so bold,
it carries far into the night
and only fades at dawn’s first light.
Feature image: Doris Potter
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“I find that photography and poetry are a good fit. As a nature photographer, I try to capture the soul of the subject – as a poet, I try to express the subject’s deep impact on my own soul. And finally, as an animal rights advocate, I am a vegan and devote time to helping animals where I can. The key is to treat all lifeforms with respect.” – Doris Potter[/col][/row]
Beautiful words from a beautiful soul.
Beyond the lens, Doris can put into words her profound love for the natural world. I can only imagine the pain she must feel knowing of mankind’s contempt for what she so obviously cherishes.
I love this! The thought of a Christmas owl puts a smile on my face.
Wonderful! Absolutely spectacular photo!
With just a limited use of words your poem evokes and brings alive your experience on hearing this owl’s musical notes. A gift from the owl to you and a gift from you to us. Thank you!
Lovely poem and a reminder of what is really important …the Natural
World and its ability to inspire.
What a lovely feeling of peace and gratitude this poem brings. Thank you for sharing!
As always, your photography and your poetry serve as a source of inspiration and a testimony to the inner peace which Nature provides to the soul.
Joanna Dupras