Eric Gunson

Eric Gunson

The rain
hangs heavy
on the snow`balls
behind a pale house
Their sweet fragrance
like a soft fog evokes
ancient memories
of Mangalore

And as I
step softly past
my shoulder brushes
a low drooping branch
bringing an icy shower
over my numb brow
Who can sleep
on the dawn?


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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7 Responses to Showers

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  2. kiwiskan says:

    who indeed…

    Liked by 1 person

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