Spring Weather
Spring has sprung,
the grass has riss,
I wonder where the flowers is.
Just thought I'd post an odd spring poem that has made me laugh over the years. Yep, you heard that correctly, over the years. Today is dark and stormy here, again! I look out the window and see the black clouds roll in and the thunder claps and lightening stream across the sky. I LOVE it! I love stormy weather and when I lived in a few of the many states where tornados were common I chased tonados. Now by saying I chased tornado's I'm not talking about a metaphor, but the actual action of getting in your vehicle and hunting down the tornado. Talk about an adrenline rush!!! I love to watch the storms roll in and sit outside watching natures wrath approach.
Some people I know are terrified and will seek shelter immediatly, but then there is me and I seek the storm out. I have witnessed alot of rare and interesting weather patterns. WE need to face our fears and then they become our passions.....well sometimes anyway.
Sitting here watching the storm approach pushes my mind into creative mode and I picture dark places and figures, characters seeking shelter in dark stone castles or haunted houses. They sit clutching each other in fear and watch as lightening strinks a nearby tree and thunder rattles the windows of the thin glass that protects them from the outside weather.
Looking through the flashing light towards the cornors of the building, they see images appear out of nowhere. Images so grotesque that they try to hide their faces and whisper prayers of safety to their creator. Are the creatures in the cornors real? Or are they a figure of our imagination? Or perhaps our imagaination manifestated something real, something our nightmares are made out of.
The wind howls, promising to bring rain, but I sit and stare and imagine. What if? What could happen? What would scare me? Creativity inspired yet once again.
Slainte!
Heidi
the grass has riss,
I wonder where the flowers is.
Just thought I'd post an odd spring poem that has made me laugh over the years. Yep, you heard that correctly, over the years. Today is dark and stormy here, again! I look out the window and see the black clouds roll in and the thunder claps and lightening stream across the sky. I LOVE it! I love stormy weather and when I lived in a few of the many states where tornados were common I chased tonados. Now by saying I chased tornado's I'm not talking about a metaphor, but the actual action of getting in your vehicle and hunting down the tornado. Talk about an adrenline rush!!! I love to watch the storms roll in and sit outside watching natures wrath approach.
Some people I know are terrified and will seek shelter immediatly, but then there is me and I seek the storm out. I have witnessed alot of rare and interesting weather patterns. WE need to face our fears and then they become our passions.....well sometimes anyway.
Sitting here watching the storm approach pushes my mind into creative mode and I picture dark places and figures, characters seeking shelter in dark stone castles or haunted houses. They sit clutching each other in fear and watch as lightening strinks a nearby tree and thunder rattles the windows of the thin glass that protects them from the outside weather.
Looking through the flashing light towards the cornors of the building, they see images appear out of nowhere. Images so grotesque that they try to hide their faces and whisper prayers of safety to their creator. Are the creatures in the cornors real? Or are they a figure of our imagination? Or perhaps our imagaination manifestated something real, something our nightmares are made out of.
The wind howls, promising to bring rain, but I sit and stare and imagine. What if? What could happen? What would scare me? Creativity inspired yet once again.
Slainte!
Heidi
posted by Heidi Dahlquist at 2:37 PM
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