An Evening's Solitude--By Pam H. Murray--Canada

An Evening's Solitude

Through twilight shadows I am driving home

Seeking warmth within my lamp lit place

The chill of winter shimmers on the ground

As breath becomes white crystal; just a trace

Of yesterday is dancing through my mind.

I let dreams rest until I am alone

And think of days when I was one of two.

Tonight I’ll take them out when I’m alone

And smile because these treasures are still mine

To cherish in an evening’s solitude.

I’ll hear your voice and feel your gentle tears

Happy that we share this interlude.

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.