It is still cold. We had a day or two of high 80’s but that seems like eons ago. I’d like to say I’m not complaining, just stating facts. The truth is, I am feeling grumpy and growly and crosswise and I AM complaining! But I don’t like myself much when that happens so I decided to funnel some energy into more positive channels. I turned my blue funky mood into this poem.
Mood Swings
Heavy clouds leaking rain cast cold shadows across the slice of warmth streaming through my window. Steady drum of thunder accompanies staccato raindrop notes pelting the glass. My mood plummets to the soles of my feet. I contemplate spoiled plans. There will be no walk to the lake for the outdoor concert. Not today. I pull a sweater tight around my shoulders, grumbling, just as the slice of warmth reappears streaming through my window.Of course the minute I sat down with my notebook and pen I was mentally in a different place. As I thought about the thunder and the rain and how to describe the way I heard it and saw it and felt it, I forgot to be grumpy. Then, by the time I had finished my poem, the sun was out. So…
I walked to the lake.
Rainbow over Lake Harriet in Minneapolis
Photo by Debbie Donovan
writing for self-discovery 
Jun 19, 2012 @ 09:15:53
Sherry, I did make it to the gamalan concert and dance between storms, lovely. Were you there?. I plan to go NEXT WEEK to either Jessa’s Wed or Jessa and Dan(such a lovely experience) Fri nite yoga . Care to join me? My friend Linda and I were talking about what a lovely writer you are and she wanted me to pass on the compliment to you. xoxo
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