Catherine Holman

Catherine Holman

The cry of a loon
The scent of a rose
The ice in an apple
The blush on a pear
The crash of the surf
The breath of a child
The dew on the leaves
The sigh left unspoken
The weight of the feather
The gift gone unmeasured
The halo around the moon
The smile of an old woman
The smell of wood`smoke
The wind in the sycamore
The texture of chocolate
The rest`note in a song
The eye of the stranger
The whisper of wings
The touch of a hand
The taste of coffee
The shiver of love
The fall of a leaf

About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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