Wind/wind

for One Word Sunday: wind

Rest stop

Long-distance driving requires periodic breaks so many highways have rest areas to make it easy and free. On the first day, I drove eleven and a half hours with two breaks for gas/bathroom. That made day two much shorter and easier.

About three hours along, I stopped at a Texas rest stop to switch from glasses to contacts. The stone building was built into a hill.

Inside was a presentation on the use of wind, although windmills looked quite different in the early days, like those on my grandparents’ farm in Nebraska.

Come and play.

Not everything in the park was bedecked with ice crystals. While this milkweed seed was frozen (at least temporarily) in place, its silky strands were blowing free and although it’s not a leaf, I found this quote more than apt.  Evidently, this little seed wasn’t quite ready to play.

“Come, little leaves,” said the Wind one day, “Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.”
~George Cooper

Life has gotten rather busy lately, with extra shifts at work, Christmas preparations, and just general life things.  If I haven’t made it to your site recently, it’s not from lack of interest, just lack of time, so please forgive me.  Because I’ve been working Wednesdays, I also haven’t participated in the photo challenge for a few weeks and if you do multiple posts a day, I’m likely not to make to all of them.

I do hope each of you is having a wonderful and wonder-filled December and will come back tomorrow for another frost photo.

Today it blew so hard

Today it blew so hard
	that I considered taking my shower
	fully clothed
lest the roof blow off
	and I
                like Dorothy
	land in Oz
or
(more likely?)
	be left exposed
	to the neighbor’s gaze

Wordless Wednesday…Blowin’ in the wind

The wind

The wind sounds like the sea tonight
    waves of sound roll in
    ebb out
leave a seashore of silence…
for a moment.

Spring wedding

At work yesterday, the constant, wailing wind spread white blossoms past our windows in a parody of winter snow, prompting this seasonal haiku.

Fierce wind spreads blossoms
Like petals at a wedding
Adorning earth bride

The predator

The howling wind prowls outside the house tonight, maliciously rearranging the snow into drifts as it seeks weak spots for entry.  Balked by thick curtains (shaken, not stirred) it insinuates its cold breath into cracks and crevices.  Lying warmly swathed by blankets, I listen to its periodic, frustrated shrieks as it bangs against anything even a bit loose.

Earlier in the day, the wind grabbed the exhaust from the dryer, turning it into billows of steam, flinging it in all direction and lending a ghostly appearance to a nearby bush.  With the proper ominous music, it would seem the perfect setting for a horror movie. But sans music, I curl contentedly under my pile of covers, set my book aside and fall instantly asleep.

Tree horse–a haiku

Leaves toss in the wind

Flowing mane of wild tree horse

Prancing in the yard