Murmur me, the stars and moon,
glissando whispers, humming croons–
purring from a kitten’s throat,
murmurs, old men’s anecdotes–
murmuration, birds in flight,
sighted in the morning light,
murmur me, an old oak tree
murmur me, what lovers sing–
murmuring life in everything.
This is for Quadrille Monday at dVerse. De Jackson has asked us to use the word murmur.
Yesterday morning while I was drinking coffee and writing my Monday post, I suddenly heard so many birds. They just kept coming and swooping around. I thought murmuration. These photos are not very good, since I took them quickly with my phone through the kitchen door, but it was magical.