Winter’s blue moment sunset

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“The blue moment of the day, is here to slay, the sun, as there is nothing it can do against the darkening night.” Gun Roswell

Winter’s blue moment sunset

The colour, is simply so totally blue, the hue so strong, the lens of the camera could not even fathom how to adjust the tone

But it does not matter as the calming waves, hitting those, whom dare in the moment for a tad longer to stay.

The world under a calming cool blanket, not of white, or off white, but blue, the hue simply so good, matching those of the skies.

And before it is time to retire, lay the head on a pillow and smile, the moment of blue still lingering the minds of those, whom did it applaud.

Winter’s Branches

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“They are frozen, solid, preserved and intact, until spring.” Gun Roswell

Winter’s Branches

Just yesterday, the leaves were hanging there, living, breathing, drinking in the water from the rain having fallen from the open skies, waving gently in the winds, as if nothing would disturb them.

Then, overnight, the temperatures plummeted, and without so much as a warning, the leaves of the threes, froze, mid life, without a strife, simply hanging there in suspended animation, in whatever position they had been, when the extreme wheaten stormed in.

Pretty, they are, even from a far, the hanging jewels of sorts of the tree, covered by snow and ice, looking quite nice, but inside there, is life waiting to pounce forward at the first sign of spring.

A snowy seat for the Sunday day

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“The best seat in the house, but it’s on the outside!” Gun Roswell

A snowy seat for the Sunday day

It may be cold outside
With lots of frosted snow
But as the sun comes from its hide
You need to take it slow
Take a seat for a while
Even if it’s not your style
And simply enjoy with a smile…

But, thank goodness: It’s almost summer now!???
(Just kidding! it’s not even Xmas yet!)

Snowflakes

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“Snowflakes are falling down” Gun Roswell

Snowflakes

Tiny little things
Fragile, but they sing
A harmonious song
All of them singing along
As they venture way down
On to the solid ground
There is a soft thud
But nothing heard aloud
Piling on top of each other
Forming a blanket tether
Strong enough to walk on
Completing this monotonous song
Until such time the snowfall
Starts another round
And the circle continues
Until it’s time to loose
To the warmth of sunshine

Friday

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“Friday I’m in love?” Gun Roswell

Friday

Tomorrow, I have to borrow
Skip today, like it was yesterday
Friday, my hero, without you, I am zero
The day of wonder, the day of bliss
Oh, how I have you, each day missed

I am sorry you had to go away
I wished, really, for you to stay
But I know, you cannot be everyday
So I am trying to enjoy, each and every day
But Friday, I miss you any way

Friday, always on my mind
Friday, is always so kind
Friday, yes, that is my day
Friday, I am in love with you
Friday, you are the only and true

Picturesque

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“It’s a cliche, I know” Gun Roswell

Picturesque

Unique, incomplete
Something, perhaps very cheap
A picturesque vision
Drawn, with precision

Luring anyone to stares
Up the mountain hike as a dare
There may be he danger of falling
But, nature is calling, so quit stalling

Hiding under the shade

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“Hiding from the sun, can be so much fun” Gun Roswell

Hiding under the shade

Outside, is the scorching sun
Staying, under, the shade, is so much more fun
You may think, it’s just a pun
But the truth been told, you get so much more done

In the shade, you don’t really need to complain
Hot or not, you won’t get burnt, the sun is blocked, without concern
Weather, is always great, even, if you arrive late
The cooling breeze, will keep you at ease, just watch out, not to freeze

Fun, under the shade, for those, who hesitate
Stepping into the scorching sun, you may get done
Red like a cooked prawn, laying in the front lawn
Stay, inside the shade, it’s better, than to hesitate

Seated in the shadows

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“Best bet to take a seat, is in the shadow” Gun Roswell

Seated in the shadows

The midday sun, came out for some fun
But unintended, most likely was the burn undefended
As all the dwellers, needed to be reseated

So, what to do, as the options where so few
Several ideas then into the common sir flew
And after a moment of thought, they all knew what to do

A hustle and bustle then started all over the place
Because who would be fool enough for too long in the sun stay
Moving furniture around leaving oh so many stains

But as the deed was finally done
It was time for all hard working people to sit down
And enjoy their day, only this time, sitting in the cool shade

Gimme a time machine!

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“Time is not a machine” Gun Roswell

Gimme a time machine!

“I need more time!” She said in an urgent tone
“Please, or else, gimme a time machine!” She pleaded, most desperately

Time is always of the essence
Time is never on our sides
Time is the beast that consumes us
Time is the one who’ll save us

What a contradiction is time
You can hear it moving by each turn of the chime
Oh how I wish I could make it mine
Stop it, for a few moments, to feel fine

Time is not the enemy some say
Time is just about relativity
Time is a friend in need
Time is something you really need

When it’s running out, there is a deep doubt
Will I eve get there and get my fare share
 Always battling against it, when I should be embracing it
But as I lay my head to rest, I wish time to give me it’s best

“I will need to turn back the clock, as I missed so much and still so much to do” she told the time master
“Please grant me at least one use of this machine, and I’ll be the best person ever seen” she promised

“Sorry, little girl.” The master replied, “There is really no consideration to your request.” Adding “Humans cannot fathom the consequences of time travel and I won’t dare you to do so either.”

She looked dumbstruck at the time master. “What a piece of ..” She thought. But knowing when to fold her cards, she left hand bent, kicking some small stones, as along the long and narrow road, she once again started, her battle against, time.

Hope

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“There may be hope for us after all” Gun Roswell

Hope

It feels like pink on a grey day
It embraces, and lets you stay
Secure, for a moment longer
Until, you have grown stronger