Pause For Poetry: Doris Potter
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.
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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