“Trying to pedal up the hill in a snow storm??? Fun, right!” Gun Roswell
An Uphill Battle
Ride, ride, ride your bike
Gently up the hill
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life spent in a chill
(At least in winter!)
“It’s just like riding a bike! Guess it is, only this time it’s done in snow!” Gun Roswell

Bikes in Winter Times
The several bikes under the tree taking cover from the winter’s deep and tormenting lash of snow, but that is just what it looks like from far away, as these bikes are here to stay, and even totally slay the snows of the winter, never ever fearing the weather, as they have been permanently tethered to this land of cold by their very riders so bold.
So for now, riding along, no matter spring, summer, fall or winter, these bikes and their riders are fierce and do not mind a challenge, not even something bad or ominous foretold. As they take their two wheelers out there, in the open air, peddling gingerly away, as they are not the ones long in one place to stay. And so, no matter the heavy snow fall, the bikes and their bikers stand tall, against the weather gods.
Of course, the shovel is a necessary tool, when packing for the wintery cold, as digging out from the cover light sometimes, cannot be done by hand and well, that might be the only negative, or then it is the ice roads. Then again, spikes to the wheels and thinking of the snow pushing as a sport, the nothing can go wrong for these winter riders.

“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