our atmosphere
Photo credit: S. Etole
is making some
commotion here
wind blows
chinook whips
zephyr flows
tempest grips
norther howls
westerly stalls
squall prowls
microburst falls
yes, it will please
to dry the laundry
on soft breeze
but gusty gale
frames a pout
when all umbrellas
turn inside out!
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Mar 21, 2015 @ 14:16:02
We’ve had a lot of wind also and it knocks the palm fronds off the trees so that it looks like there are a lot of critters populating the golf course.
Mar 21, 2015 @ 09:11:51
WONDERFUL IMAGES!!!
Mar 21, 2015 @ 09:11:16
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
POOR UMBRELLAS! CLIP THOSE CLOTHES ON THE LINE TIGHTLY! 😀
Mar 21, 2015 @ 11:28:28
Thanks, Jonathan. I appreciate your comments…and the reblog!
Mar 19, 2015 @ 21:33:56
Fun poem… really nice.. (at least there’s no ‘snow blows’…. Diane
Mar 19, 2015 @ 10:38:29
I was born in a place where umbrellas were useless… every time it rained it came with wind, and you could find the wastepaper baskets filled with destroyed umbrellas.
Mar 19, 2015 @ 08:21:24
March has really been a lion these past few days – looking forward to its lambier side 🙂 Wonderful list of the winds different personalities!