I Love To Leave
I gaze up at a crescent moon
And hear an owl begin to croon
Its waking call beneath the stars.
The shadows form uneven bars
Across the hills where forests lie
In supplication to the sky.
The night’s black velvet disarray
Gives richness to the end of day
As it spreads down to touch my feet.
I sit and feel it, now replete
As time slows down and soothes my mind.
I love to leave the day behind
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of venues. Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her passions.