Apologies to my poet friends,
but I needed to get this off my chest. . .
Wind makes me crazy
anxious, screaming-out-loud nuts
so stop already!
Feel free to leave your own wind-inspired haiku in the comments.
The crabbier the better.
Tracy Abell 
din (some)
wind’s howls are quiet
compared to the din of a
beak on metal pole
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Re: din (some)
This is so good, Barb! I love it! Title and all. 🙂
I have to say, though, that now that I know why the flickers pound on the metal, the sound is much easier to take. When I hear it, I smile and say “Love is in the air.”
I felt no love with this wind today (that’s still blowing, by the way!!!)
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Teens are like the wind,
they make you want to burrow
into a dark hole.
😀
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Uh-oh. D sending you underground these days? That’s no fun. And yes, this howling and raging wind does remind me of teens.
I hope my wind soon abates and that your teen soon calms. Thank you for sharing with me, Lorraine. 🙂
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I’m terrible at poetry, but the wind freaks me out because our power lines go down LIKE THAT. Then we have no well water, heat, or electricity. Ugh.
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I thought the lights flickered at one point today and I thought, “Here we go!” But so far, so good. I won’t wish my wind in your direction, Karen. But I will wish for it to stop already!!!!
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I could write a haiku, but the wind has blown all my coherent thoughts away! Dang — I wish it could get warmer around here without the wind coming into play :/.
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I know what you mean about the coherent thoughts. It’s so annoying. I put on my black (to soak up heat) winter jacket and went out onto the deck thinking I could get a little Vit D and improve my attitude, but it’s too damned windy and cold. Grrr…..
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That? Is brilliant.
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That? Made my day!
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