Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Spring’s Soft Kiss--By Pam Murray--Canada

Spring’s Soft Kiss

The early Spring is singing songs
As sunlight dances in the heights
And I am drawn towards the path
To share the joy of golden lights.

The air is fresh from last night’s rain
And life awakens everywhere.
My spirit laughs out loud and I
Am grateful for this world I share.

The Winter’s cold has drifted off
And gentle breezes take its place.
I feel my worries slip away
With Spring’s soft kiss upon my face.

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.

4 comments:

  1. Cool poem, Pam. Yes, I wish the winter drabs would stay away totally, but I know that isn't the way life is, smile......... spring is so wonderful and all the luscious and gloriously alive colors just take one's breath away! Great poem! S

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  2. Spring is here and its beauty is shining right now. I hope you are enjoying this time of the year. If your poetry shows how you feel then you are in heaven right now! I really enjoyed reading this awesome poem this evening. Great Work.

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  3. Wow, Rusty, I can't hold back any longer about your wonderful comments! You are always so inspiring and positive. I can only hope that I "sound" nearly half as great as you - when I comment.......... you really are awesome! Sheri

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  4. Pam, each stanza is complete enough to be a poem that could stand alone, yet they support each other in such a way as to exalt your poem into the peaceful beauty only nature may provide, and that is heavenly! Aloha, Connie

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