Endless darkness has fallen
The sun elsewhere been stolen
Searching for a bright spot
Is like trying to change the plot

Snow cover was here to stay
But down poured the rain
On a November’s day
And washed it all away

The colours may be fading
The cold nights not aiding
The circle of life still a fact
Use camouflage to distract?

Winter knocking at the door
Trying hard to ignore
Yearn for life weighing more
Growing stronger than before

A friend made out of wood
In the middle of the floor stood
Dressed only in a red cap
I could not help but stare at that

It did not say much to me
As I stated hello, you see
It is made of material other
Than myself were

But that was just fine
Sometimes silence is divine
And then, sharing a cup of coffee
With a small biscotti

“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell

The pale sky in the morning
At the time of everyone yawning
The moon popped up for a try
Taking it’s chances against the sun
Maybe, today, it could shine

All day long against the blue skies
Only fluffy clouds to dive behind
No sun could be heard or seen
But alas, the light was still bright

The moon did it’s job well today
And now it can until the ever stay
Even past the night
It can shine ever so bright

“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell

Before the sun is rising
Before anyone else is walking
Before people are even talking
Before I could start hawking

The suburbia is still sleeping
The misty moist is seeping
In to the slowness of the morning
And today, there may be no dawning

Like any other day in November
Be prepared for all kinds of weather
Maybe the sun will shine later on
But before that, you gotta be strong

“The sun never rising? The day dark as night? What is this place? Oh, it’s just Finland during winter times!” Gun Roswell

Darkness surrounding the morning suburbia
No worries, no hurries, no hysteria
Stepping out from the warmth of the bed
Tasks of a working day laid ahead
Moving along with the rising sun
Lots to do before the day is done

Sometimes
When looking up
Into the skies
An odd phenomena
Catches your eyes
They say,
It’s called, “the sun”