Spring cacophony in Red

“So many colours out there, you go nuts!” Gun Roswell


Spring cacophony in Red

The red dominated the scene
Even left behind, was all the green
Fading into the black and white
As the red had finally got on its fight
Against the dreary and dull
With temperatures below the null
From now on nothing but strong colours
With lots of delightfully intoxicating odours
Spring has sprung
The world is feeling young
So, go out and enjoy the scenery
Which now exist in plenty
Guess it is really that time
When sitting outside
With a cool glass of wine
And no longer living in the phase of stun
But going out there, for some long awaited fun

Spring cacophony on the tree tops

“Spring brings forth so many beautiful colours, it’s just mind blowing!” Gun Roswell

Spring cacophony on the tree tops

Look up at the tree tops
The buds have really popped
As nothing could have the spring stopped
And it finally topped
The cruel grey season
Lasting too long, almost like treason
By Mother Nature as only she can
Release all the growth from their wintry prison
But now the wait is over
And the colours are all over and everywhere
Dance around in the fields over there
And sing a song of spring in here

Snow but it’s Spring?

“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!

It’s snowing again!

“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!

White as in Winter only Spring?

“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?

Footsteps in the… snow? Oh no! Where did spring go?

“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!

En route by train but it snows and so, stuck waiting for way too long!!!


“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!

On the Metro, or if you prefer, the Tube or the Subway

“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!

Trains, Planes, Automobiles and a Bicycle, maybe Walking? Part Five 

“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!