“Oh Winter, you came again!” Gun Roswell

Winter Blues

Blue descended, on the small lake, undefended
As the sun was setting for the final time of the season
Leaving only the one artificial light, to act as a solemn beacon
In the total darkness, leaving everything otherwise defenseless

Unless, staying inside the guarded perimeter
Patrolled by the vigilant elves, going through each centimeter
Humans and animals a like, huddled together, for the next short while
Until such time, the Spring will arrive, and bring forth the sun’s shine