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


Something about… snow?
Trees,
Without leaves
Pines,
Without vines
Snow
An equalizer

“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


“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.