Something about… snow?

“Snow, snow, snow and then some” Gun Roswell 


Something about… snow?

Trees,
Without leaves
Pines,
Without vines
Snow
An equalizer

Roses of red in monochrome pose


“Roses of any colour are so gorgeous, even in black and white poses” Gun Roswell

Roses of red in monochrome pose

The neatly made arrangement, in the tall vase
Making sure, the flowers, in an orderly stance stay
The fresh cut stems, certainly trimmed to fit
As all the colourful, roses inside of it neatly sit

The pose, so completely natural, it’s almost second nature
The plush petals trimmed, to reminisce that of a statue 
The strong yet delicate odour, filling, the surrounding air
As such is the nature, of this ever so romantic floras flair

Even, when stripped all the way down, to the bare basics 
The lush colours, the volume, and all other imaginable clicks
These, as the most beautiful roses, still stand tall in their form
Grey in colour now, but, that could have easily been the norm

But, it does not really matter in the end, too much really
Whether the image can be seen sharp, or even so clearly 
And certainly no kind of colour, even black or white
Can bring out the very essence or do just justice 

Cloud Building in the High Skies

“The world is filled with so much colour, so better add some black and white to it!” Gun Roswell

Cloud Building in the High Skies

Is it a mirage?
A clever camouflage?
What ever the cause
You can only applause

Muggy Waters


“There is something about the early morning mist on the waters edge, eerie, but pretty” Gun Roswell

Muggy Waters

Greeted by a view in monochrome
A foggy visual in complete monotone
Water’s surface windblown
Someone give me a phone!
This image needs to be known
Or my fame will be with the winds gone

Winter cold and white but harmonious

“Winter’s art painted across the lands, stays on display, never bland, until it’s time to fade away” Gun Roswell

Winter cold and white but harmonious

Cold, white and monochrome
Nature silent under the snowy dome
But, when the sun paints a triple rainbow
The beauty will bring you to an awe

The Forest covered in Snow


“The silence has descended upon nature this winter” Gun Roswell

The Forest covered in Snow

Forest filled with snow
Branches hanging low
Life still or very slow
It’s winter; Hello!?

Frozen in time for the Season 


“The time for sleep for nature is upon” Gun Roswell

Frozen in time for the Season 

Frozen,
In space and time
Leaves,
In dozen a dime

Slippery Winter Road



“During winter, it usually snows, a lot!” Gun Roswell

Slippery Winter Road

Winter, winter
Gave me a splinter
Looking, at my finger
Let out, a whimper
Oh, what a stinker
Is this, snowy winter!

The moon in noir


“The night or the day, no matter which way you decide to cypher it, the moon is out there, hanging above even if somewhat dimly lit“ Gun Roswell 

The moon in noir

The moon was out, hanging above in the clear blue sky, nothing there to spy, not really, but it could have as easily have been in the middle of the night, as the light, was so dim.

Either because of the timing, being that of summer, the day never ending, and so day or night, all the same, as the sun and moon together keeps on spinning.

Or then, it was the day of a ver dark and dreary autumn month, the shades blurring in together, to each other, the shadow, the light, all the grey shades of neither and then both, the monochrome, the noir, all of it one simple colour.

Whatever it is you see up there with your own bare eyes, is the truth, whether the sky is blue, or pitch black dark, the moon is always there, looking mighty smart.