“The moment not lasting too long, the blue hues of nature, just before the setting sun, is a total wonder” Gun Roswell
Blue Moment Descends
Something old
Something new
Something stolen
Something blue
A moment in time
Forever frozen
Captured
By an image
In the mind’s eye
And possibly
Forever
In bits and bytes
“We only have two seasons here in Finntown, the dreary dreaded winter lasting for nine months, then some too hot weather followed by pouring cold rain, followed by snow again. Yep, we’re so boring that way!” Gun Roswell
Snow but it’s Spring?
Last remnants of winter?
Forget the time for slumber
It’s way past January
Look it up in the calendar
It says: April
So where is spring?
Can’t you hear me sing?
Praises for you to arrive!
“Again with this thing? Can’t it go away already? Winter, please, exit to the left, and let spring arrive!” Gun Roswell
It’s snowing again!
Oh winter, oh winter
Please go away
As I don’t think I am bitter
But to be honest
I wish you to be gone-st
I really loved you at first
Now I am dying of thirst
Of a summer that is
The warm and colours
All them flowery odours
So hear me plead
And be gone!
Please!
“It’s blinding like the light supposedly bright, brought on by the sun as the spring has sprung? Poetic, perhaps, but it seems the winter still longer will last.” Gun Roswell
White as in Winter only Spring?
Whiter than white
The blanket so tight
Woven onto the ground
And into our minds
Yes it’s winter?
But wasn’t it supposed to be spring?
Oh joy!?
(She says sarcastically
What she means really)
Quite the splinter
And a clever ploy!
More snow pouring down
Even if it was supposed to have calmed down
Weeks ago!
First it was nice
Now it seems
You are staying
Just of spite?
Or making a comeback
Every Fortnite?
“No winter lasts forever… and then, we found out differently didn’t we! As the snowy weather hit the fans like the proverbial sh.t with so much pouring down! With all the winter gear packed away because was waiting for summer to arrive, alas, this is what happened! So much more snow! Thankfully though, still had my woollen socks to spare!” Gun Roswell
Footsteps in the… snow? Oh no! Where did spring go?
There are no missteps they said
Just follow in them ready made footsteps
And what did I find?
A reward of a different kind?
…A pair of woollen socks!
Waiting by the docks!
Thank goodness though
As winter came back out of nowhere!
“Waiting for spring, dressed accordingly and then, the blizzard hits, snowing all the way, no jingles, no fanfares, just damp to the core while trying to work thread across the now snowy path. Oh weather, thou art a heartless bi..h!” Gun Roswell
En route by train but it snows and so, stuck waiting for way too long!!!
Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of some kind of ploy?
Early morning in April
I was really in a hurry
The venue was set in the city
And feeling a little giddy
After all travelling by train
Was not something to do in vain
Especially in the middle of spring comes a surprise winter!
With temperatures below zero
And myself certainly no sprinter
And even less of a hero
Reaching the train station
After half jogging the way
Then I heard the notification
The train had been delayed
No indication as to arrival time
But they told us, all was fine
Just a minor snafu
The train would be there in a few
A few minutes went by
On the platform standing by
Then after a while
Waiting for the train to arrive
I was wishing I had taken the car
I would have been so very far
Oh what fun and joy!
Toes, fingers and nose freezing
The snow storm’s intensity increasing
Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy!
To get spring cancelled all along!
“Take a short ride on a short train, then again, this wasn’t as short a ride or a train as promised!” Gun Roswell
Eastward or westward bound
In an orange coloured train to be found
Riding neatly in a fashionable order
From the beginning to the farthest border
Hop on to one of the trains
They’re usually never too late
But it might feel a little bit of strain
To most of the time underground remain
Never mind the dark and dreary
Look out the window and you’ll be leering
The orange flashes reflecting from each surface
Paints many images on the fleeting canvas
Many a people climb on board
Everyone busily moving forward
Sometimes there is a crowd
And then it gets really really loud
When you reach your destination
Please embark the underground station
Look around the surrounding sights
Like a great tourist, you may like
When it’s time for the return trip
There is no need to bite your lip
If you feel like taking another tour
Remember, the metros run thirty times or more!
“Sometimes there is no what kind of vehicle you will end up in, and so, make sure to dress up accordingly!” Gun Roswell
Take the time, and you will be feeling most fine
No matter the durance of the trip, going with a car, plane, train or ship
There is just something about the leaving, moving along
As not even the planning for this little time off
Could prepare the traveller of what’s lying ahead, nor the tingling sensations during take off!
“When travelling across the blue globe they call Earth, there might be some danger, but mostly mirth, so just go with the flow, but humbly though.” Gun Roswell
Picking up some wings
Most certainly has its wins
Getting to a place fast, or then not, still does those pesky bells ring
But if you want to go all the way, with a scheduler and with some style
Sailing perhaps up the river Nile
Then choosing a boat is a must, the trip without too much fuss
Or then, just hop on a train
When there is no need to explain
Where you are headed at
As sometimes the lack of knowing can be great!
“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially during Easter times!” Gun Roswell
The three witches from some-wick
Never mind with
They ain’t winning no beauty contests
To that many can attest
But ugly can be an asset
Especially for the wickedness
Scaring folks and cattle
Just by showing up tattle
After all, this is a holy ball
For all the witch kind
And if you any of them find
Then try to stir to the right
As the witches always drive
On the left hand side
Rantings Of A Third Kind 