The Breath Of Winter
The silence of the morning
As the dawn first sheds its light
Holds a gentle kiss of dew.
I watch the geese take flight
And catch the breath of winter
Still distant in the air.
The final days of summer
Are still flowing everywhere.
Yet trees are slowly turning
And a cooler wind prevails.
The clouds are slowly building
Like a clipper with its sails.
My heartbeats echo rhythms
Of approaching winter rains
That soon will share their music
In those haunting winter strains.
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.
Dear Pam:
ReplyDeleteSo nice to read your words again. My favorite image is the 'clouds building like a clipper sails.' Thanks for sharing your talents on Whispers...always a delight, SuZ
A most delightful poem, Pam! Now we start feeling winter's breath blowing lightly, a reminder that change of weather is creeping on us silently. ~ All the best. // paul
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