The yellow area predicting 25 -26.5 inches of snow is directly over my little town 😦
Late winter snowstorm
getting shoved right down my throat
so much for tulips!
Lightning’s fierce dancing
brings rhythm to the storm clouds
-performs with the wind
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 241 Storm / Fierce
Cold front moves across the prairie.
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 3/20/2018 Joy & Fury – Synonyms Only
moment of passion
under burning summer’s spell
focused dance – primeval thirst
heartbeat pounding afterglow
Per Colleen’s Tanka Challenge, I chose delight and passion as my synonyms for joy & fury
(Haiku Form 5-7-5 5-5)
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 76: joy & fury (#SynonymsOnly)
Scattered leaves today
Resting from last evenings storm
Nature’s final flight
Loves sweet memories
Floating here, in heaven’s place
Sharing stormy skies
Mid-May 2017 Minnesota Sunset
It has been a tough year for farmers near O-Towns. There have been a number of storms with high winds (40-60 mph) and heavy rains (4-5 inch downpours). In the last month, I have counted 5 of these storms. Yesterday morning rain and high winds struck again, bringing down one of my neighbor’s huge ash trees onto my goat barn.
There doesn’t appear to be much damage to my little barn but there is a lot of trees to remove.
I guess I didn’t realize how much chainsaw work I was in for when I moved to this farm. I should have had an inkling of the potential winds of the area when I noticed all the wind farms dotting the horizon.
O-Towns, it turns out, is right on the edge of the Buffalo Ridge. The geography of the area features a glacial drift left over from the last ice age. Because of the higher altitudes of this massive pile of rocks and constant wind speeds, this portion of the prairie is ideal for generating alternative energy with wind farms.
I am definitely going to check out the feasibility of having a smaller wind generator on my property.
“Gray skies are just clouds passing over.“
Listen to the thunder
Carried on endless sky
Echoing distant drum beats
Of a timpani’s rumbling cry.
A backlit edge of heaven
Charged by wind and rain
Nature’s dancing rhythm
That refused to be restrained.
A pillow is my refuge
As the storm rattles and blows.
Rain strikes the window
As I hide behind my throws.
I crave tomorrow’s sunshine
Forecasters promised me.
A day washed clean of worries
To share with family.