Daily Snaps
“Tiny little thing isn’t it!” Gun Roswell
Little Engine that could
Up the hill, real real slow
Down the hill, like the hard wind blows
The little engine flows
In the midst of winter
Like a tough young sprinter
No snow will it hinder
Achieving its daily goal
Wrapping the sleet around the pole
Even patching up a few holes
The little engine really can
Soon everyone is a fan
And winter, well no one gives a damn
“Winter really is a heartless bia-tch” Gun Roswell
Rain and Snow
Rain and snow together fell
Onto the frozen ground causing a spell
A cooled down liquid prefix
Of an icy mirror like surface
Where walking is impossible
And falling down most probable
But the beauty of it all still tempting
Maybe, for some ice skating
Rain and snow
Head to toe
Fell together in a row
Nature slow
But still in a flow
And boy, what a show!
“Sundays are the worst” Gun Roswell
Sunday, again!
Sunday has crept upon us again
It was just Friday a minute ago, then
This day turned up on the early morning clock
Without one single warning, we could not stop
The time from progressing further
No where to hide or turn there
Where we really wanted to go
Friday, and this time make it go slow
No more Sunday in the foreseeable future
This day, seems to be complete torture
A promise of silence and peace
A complete bliss and mind release
But what really happens on this day
Is the beginning of anxiety of the horrid Monday
When all freedom is ripped
And into the mundane rat race we are dipped
Where all hope goes to die
And our wings are clipped preventing us to fly
So why do I hate Sundays?
(Panic attack getting worse)
Because:
It’s the day next to Monday!!!
Posted in Daily Photo
“The sky may fall on our heads tomorrow”
Just An Other Saturday?
Early morning
Dark skies
The wind howling
The rain pours
Just an other Saturday morning
In a month of Winter
More darkness to follow
Life empty and hollow
Through the window
The outside world
Only but a blur
But,
Just look out!
Something happens
A single white flake
Then an other
Could it be…
Snowing?
Lightness surrounding
From the skies to the ground
Happy thoughts, clear mind
Nothing more need I find
On just an other Saturday
Posted in the Daily Post
“Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.” Ursula K. Le Guin
Early Morning on a Saturday
Too early
Airport calling
Surely
You wouldn’t want to
Miss the flight
It took so long
And one
Sleepless night
To get there
Where ever
You now wanted
To go
Breathe in
Breathe out
Let the morning air
Cool and thin
Hitting your skin
Clear all doubt
For soon
Sea and sun
Will replace
The mundane
And it’s not even
A Monday!
Get the pun?
Posted in Daily Photo
“There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same.”
Carlos Santana
Sunset on Saturday
A February Saturday
Opened up a gallery
Of a painted nature display
The setting sun
A web of colours spun
Across the horizon
Posted in Daily Photo
“Oh Winter, so,
you decided to enter our lives once again?!”
Gun Roswell
Second Snow Fell
The prettiest of them all
Is a surprise snow fall
When pristine snow flakes
The dark earth shakes
For a moment all covered in white
Even the darkest of nights
Shines a wanderer’s path so bright
She cannot help, but smile
This nature’s artistic delight
Here to last, at least for a short while
Snow in November
Will soon return to the sender
And all the wonder and splendour
Will be replaced, with rain none too tender
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Posted in Daily Photo
“Oh Winter, thou art a heartless bitch!”
First Snow Fell
Snow fell
What the hell?
If you can’t beat it
Just admit it:
You are defeated!
Dig deep in the closet
For that ensamble snow set
And remember what you bet:
Not to another winter,
Will my foot inside set!
So now in my window
Watching the snow fall
Mind wandering to a climate warm
With only sunshine and no storm
As the snow fell more steadily
I was sighing quite heavily
But just remember
Those rainy dark days in September
Guess snow in October
Will lighten the mood and nature
To a state of less hature!?
Posted in Daily Photo
“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz
September in Suburbia
Posted in Daily Photo
“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz
September in Suburbia
Today
We are past midway
For the Autumn month
Of September
Rantings Of A Third Kind 