Whirlwind

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each. - Thoreau

living on borrowed time

'round and 'round

different force

different sound

here, there and everywhere

winter gusts yell

spring winds tell

summer zephyrs qwell

autumn breezes dwell

hurricanes swell

seasons and storms come and go

with oh so much more than a calendar could ever show

Author's Note

"The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This poem moved along like whirlwind; brief and powerful. I shared a pic the other day of a tornado I had taken. Someone asked how did I get so close. I had no choice, that's how. It didn't touch down near me though. I just got a great photo of the funnel and rotation under the cumulonimbus. That green glow though...that always spooks me. I enjoyed the read.

[Pete]

hmm. interesting. that was either very brave or very stupid of you. the green glow sounds eerie.
did it come up on you suddenly? was there not any advance warning? i would have high-tailed it out of there ... :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Neither. There was no warning until after the clouds passed. But you can't outmaneuver one because they are not very predictable. I was out taking photos of the cloud formations. There was no rain. After it passed over it hailed small mothball sized ice for a few minutes...then, nothing. I was in Ft. Worth in 2001 when an F3 came through killing two people. I was in my hotel room watching it rain sideways, Weird.

[willweb]

Cool poem, cool music, two pieces of art that really rock!!!. Nice one my friend.

[Pete]

thanks ww. that's ed king on lead guitar. he started out with strawberry alarm clock in the sixties and then did a stint with lynyrd skynyrd. he died in 2018. very skilled guitar player. watch out for those march winds ... :)