In one workshop I attended led by Oregon's Poet Laureate Emeritus Paulann Petersen, she gave us a challenge to think of different ways to describe something, and the two I picked from a list were whirlpool and mist.
TO THE WHIRLPOOL
Liquid hurricane tickling across stones,
the laughing, spinning, dizzy
roller coaster for leaves and twigs;
a merry-go-round for daring frogs.
A shroud upon hillsides and mountains,
a painter creating ghostly silhouettes of grand firs
in mottled shades of grays,
creating depth, softening landscape.
a million dandelions flooding the sky,
a softened surfing cloud,
a smoky blanket obscuring fieldsdispersed where roads cut through.
Do they put a picture in your mind?
Do you see the thing described?
Paulann loved them.