“Snow, of course there is snow, it’s winter!” Gun Roswell
A fresh coat of snow
With a wintry glow
Life getting more slow
Just follow the flow
Even if you really
Don’t like snow
Snow
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Through the looking glass?
“It’s an outside out there, but inside in here, all good?” Gun Roswell
Look carefully
Behind the door
If you dare
You may get a scare!
Winter’s Road
“The snowy sidewalks aren’t easy to walk on during winter!” Gun Roswell
Roadside
No need to put out fires
The car has no winter tyres
Waiting for the bus
So, guess there is no fuss
Cozy at home
“Winter outside cold and harsh, alas inside, is the warm and cozy” Gun Roswell
Cozy window view
In winter’s interlude
If the other knew
This house
Would be crowded!
Turtles? In Winter?
“Sometimes, there is a surprise in the middle of the street!” Gun Roswell
Working turtle
Put in place as a hurdle
So, do not go any further!
Light in the Dark
“Switch on the lights so we can see!” Gun Roswell
Lights in the dark
May be caused by a spark
Of electricity
Running through the city
Now I am getting giddy
Of all this techno babble!
Fresh footfalls?
“Winter is ideal for tracking” Gun Roswell
Footfalls
On the snowfall
Seemed quite tall
Watch out
For the down fall!
A tale of Winter?
“Winter, is already here.” Gun Roswell
When stepping outside
Much to surprise
A freezing wind
Is greeting your skin
Rubbing your eyes
Hoping, only lies
But, waking to reality
Accepting the actuality
A cover of white
May be a delight
After the lush of green
You have seen
All summer long
Trying to stay strong
It’s here to stay
Pushing away
The slowly creeping
Sinking feeling
Don’t get bitter
It’s only winter
Stop sign
“Stop, said the sign” Gun Roswell
The tragic came to a
Full stop when the light turned red
Finally safe crossing the street
Something about everything and nothing
“Something, everything, nothing” Gun Roswell
Something for someone
Everything for all
Nothing for no one
A pile of megaton
Buildings so tall
A shotgun for one
Something for some
Everything for none
Nothing for one
It’s really hard to sing
When there is this thing
Joy to everyone to bring
Yeah,
Something
And then nothing
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