“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
Daily Snaps
“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
“Shopping old school” Gun Roswell
Handmade goods and knickknacks sold
Inside the old Market Hall in each
And every stall, bargains made