Monday's Quadrille #50 over at dversepoets and the word is "murmur"...using exactly 44 words.


Helicopter Seeds

Delayed by turbulent morning breeze,
whirled onto my front porch,
helicopter seeds.
I pondered what all falls from the folds of God
onto a mountain slope,
colors its face in radiant hope.
What voices murmur in forests' cradle,
but tender footsteps in soft ambiance.

Into the Woods...

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Nature is our subject today as we explore from the perspective of something in nature giving giving it a voice.

                         
Walking in the woods,
I came upon a scene, laid
bare for only me
to see, platinum moon beams
cast into forest's deep sleep,
a spotlight spilling
into mysteries

unexplored

Disturbing ancient charred tree
trunks, fallen trees, imposing
on the privacy
of a rare mushroom fungus,
heretofore unseen
Secrets kept among
old lichen and moss;
muskrats, owls and deer
camouflaged in shades of green 

and grey, newly awakened,
naked and still

Aware of specters
in the glowing grotto clearing,
I might never be the same, 
where likely no human stood 
before, a unicorn's resting place

I love a moonlight sonata,
moonshining on my face