“Life simple and quiet in the midst of winter, nothing moves or stirs, not even a splinter” Gun Roswell

Still Life in Winter

When the cold hits the air
And the tree branches are simply bare
The ground is the solid colour of grey or white
And all the effort has left the fight
You simply give in to the mood
To the calmness of the winter’s groove
Enjoying the monochromatic presence
Which has become, the current existence
But it’s all so very fine
Since this is a very special time
The winter, like any other season won’t long last
And soon enough, another kind of blast
Will fill the bodies and soul
Of us mere wondering fools