“It’s spring according to the calendar, but there’s ice on the road?” Gun Roswell
The signs of spring are finally returning
As the rays of sun in the early morning
Ignite the icy roads into slow thawing
“Sometimes, spring cannot come soon enough, the sun is out, and then, it snows again!” Gun Roswell
Lurking, hiding
Trying to fit in
The little lamp post
Who almost
“It’s covered with snow.” Gun Roswell
Made out of snow
In one windy blow
The air cool and misty
Shiny white and crispy
Nature pearled
And transformed
Into winter world
“Sometimes the sun shines into the womp rats nest” Star Wars
Walk towards the light
The brightest white light
This is your rite
And you holiday given right
Finally enjoy some sunshine!
“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
“Let there be light”
A brightly glowing round light in the afternoon skies, caught my curious little eyes, as through the window blinds I tried to spy, at a bird high up towards the clouds trying to fly
It was a wondrous sight, which almost gave me a fright, at first glance looking outside, as it had been dark for so long in my mind, i had already forgotten this marvel in my blackened plight
As I kept staring, at the light so glaring I felt my insides flare, feeling the warmth inside and out, leaving me no further doubt, that I and my kind, had been saved from the winter’s grind and could be expecting life, to turn up brigt each day from now on, as the sun would grow more strong
But alas today was not yet the day, as the setting sun would now display, the days would keep getting lighter, as the sun was being the champion fighter, but enduring the harshness and the cold for a little while longer, was easier now, after getting a dose of the bolder brought by the shining globe
“They were fresh, at least for a while there, until the snow fell, then they got lost, buried until spring.” Gun Roswell
Red as were the berries
In the newly fallen snow
Got totally buried
“It’s okay to be blue, at least on Mondays, in November.” Gun Roswell
Sky, water and horizon
Even the distant island
Cannot resist the moment
The moment of blue
“The glowing blue wheel brightening the darkest of nights“ Gun Roswell
The blue against the black, against the backdrop of the darkened night sky, the wheel of somewhat fun, but also, the wheel of hope, at least for those, whom are in the total darkness lost, bringing light ever so far, and so bringing the hope, for them to find a way home, having stumbled in the long night for so long, their feet, none too strong, but as soon as the wheel is to be seen, they too know, not all is for good lost.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
