“Way too ‘blah’ to move” Gun Roswell
Today like another day, you see
Nothing special happened
The weather got the best of me
Siting in my chair, feeling crappy
It doesn’t matter if it rains or snows
Even if the cold wind blows
I always find my excuses
Those are better than being a looser
Doing nothing is an art form
If you lazy about without getting scorned
Find what ever reason
Hell that is hardly treason
“The colour of my very soul” Gun Roswell
Cat as black as night
Omen or intuition, you must decide
Or, it’s just an animal
The summer still continues, even if it is starting to fall, towards the winter season, simply, green all over, maybe a nature’s treason?” Gun Roswell
The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits
Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine
But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
