Here’s the result of the latest round of Exquisite Corpse, everybody’s favorite online collaborative poetry game! Thanks to 
Ernie, Chuck Anziulewicz, chuckstermn, Frank, sfgarry, Steven, Ed, GreenBear, and Kevin for playing this round!
Beneath a stand of aspen
Where the liquid moon drips silver harmony
Onto the yellow melody of leaves
I tremble, my heart hesitates
At what nighttime magic it perceives
Murky mists creep o’er the canopy,
Envelope the space surrounding.
Quaking like my knees
An aching silence resounding
On a carpet of gold and grey,
almost silently I whisper to the wind, and it answers.
Much as a heart of fire, alive, pounding.
Silvered bark pale as a face in fright.
And my weary heart responds astounding.
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