White Winter World 

“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

Bright light in the skies

“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

“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

Three times winter’s sun

“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

Simply Red and then Buried

“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

Blue is a Moment

“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 Blue Wheel of Light

“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.

A fitting transport for a Mundane Monday 

“Choose and pick, which ever you may fancy!” Gun Roswell

Taking the tram to work :

As in a tram, you can calmly sit down and even have a ham
No need for steering, for peddling for even discussion of any kind, if you so decide
Just sit and enjoy, the ever changing scenery, and when you are ready to jump of, shout ahoy
Or then, just push the red stop button, instead!

Monday Travel

So, we meet again! My dearest, not! Monday! Why can’t you be gone already?” Gun Roswell

Monochromatic
It’s really electric
Even with only a few colours
You can smell the odours
Of the world of greys
Where all the light
And even shadows stay

Monochromatic
Is the world often seen
But even the plain shades
From white to all the greys
The nuances are there
You just need to stare
And up they pop, in your face

Monochromatic
I am getting quite ecstatic
The dance of light
And the bass of shadow
Never me fail
Just letting it all go
The bright colours
Do not bother me anymore

The Triptych

“It’s an architectural puzzle” Gun Roswell

Not saving any ink
Painted pink
The house stands tall
Winter, Spring, Summer and fall
In the harbour
From port to starboard