Winter’s Window

“Something about the snow perhaps, makes it different?” Gun Roswell


Outside it’s cool and crispy
The clouds are hanging low
It’s just another day in January
With quite a lot of snow
Sitting in my home office
The images quite flawless
Admiring the window views
In my hand my favourite brew

Frosted

“No, they’re not cereal!” Gun Roswell

They be pretty
Those frozen bits on the window sill
Ice, someone calls it
But, I say art,
So, just enjoy it!

Snow

“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

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