Crossing the Ice

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“A cold and crispy day, but sunshine warming up the display of the outside looking inviting, for a stroll on the lake“ Gun Roswell

Crossing the Ice

The sunny day beckoned towards the open waters, only they weren’t as open this time of year, rather frozen solid like the rest of nature.

The snow covering the surface of ice, thick, which in a way is safe and nice, especially for those taking a shortcut across the lake.

The tracks there found  by so many others gone there before, taking a leisurely stroll or hurrying to work, and the one perk of enjoying the scenery while doing so.

But for those having the time, simply enjoying the warming sunshine in the midst of the coldest of winters, is something totally divine.

The coffee cup

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“There is always some coffee left in the cup, you know, for emergencies” Gun Roswell

The coffee cup

If the cup with coffee runs empty I will sigh

If the coffee pot is out of last bit of liquid I will cry

If there is no coffee left, in the whole house I will die!

Because without coffee, there is no life

And without that life saving liquid, there will be strife

As only in coffee, can this individual trust and with it survive

Whatever else in the world is meaningless

As without coffee, totally senseless

Because coffee, is the world no more no less

Sunshine and Snow, with a Touch of Grey

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“The sun will shine, even in the midst of the divide, the snow storm long since gone, until it is back again“ Gun Roswell

Sunshine and Snow, with a Touch of Grey

The endless blue skies emerged from behind the greyish curtain of snow

The cold weather, the below freezing temperatures never disturbing the above

But, as the world turns, the bad following the good

Great weather, a touch of light, will not undo the strife

The grey soon to follow the calming blues

As the storm front will hit the those most pleasant hues

Soon enough the dull and dreary will be the way 

Noting close by to save the darkened days

Winter, the annoying splinter, milking on each and every dime

As the rest of us only waiting for summer biding our time

In the midst of a surprise winter

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“The winter fell all of a sudden upon the unsuspecting land, without so much of a warning, leaving its frozen assets all over, without ever lending a hand in taking care of all that, snow!” Gun Roswell

n the midst of a surprise winter

There is nothing wring with aa little snow, but too much of a good thing, well, it’s really never good

As the never-ending piles and piles to be shovelled from the isles are getting on the old bod

The constant cold, the frozen over and slippery pavements, the slip and sliding tires of the cars and not daring to go that far, as getting stuck in a pile of the white fluff?

Well, winter, how long will you be here, bugging us, as we kinda lost, the month of monsoons and heavy rain, skipping fall almost and going straight to a frozen hell?

So, here is my ode to you winter, please leave before you become a sore and feasting splinter!

Frozen in spacetime

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“The wintery scene, pretty as can be, frozen in time in the picture perfect frame” Gun Roswell 

Frozen in spacetime

The blue is the hue, even in the midst of all the white, as the light of the day, is absorbed by the nights they call polar up north

And so, getting there, into the forest, when the blues hits the nature, frozen on each and every surface, as is the moment in time

With one single snap, the very moment will last, not just in the memories nor the personal data banks of the snapper, rather all over the internet, where it was so thoughtfully placed

A picture perfect moment, frozen during winter times, now frozen in space time

Frozen Flakes

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“The frosted glass, simply stained by the flakes frozen when the temperature plummeted” Gun Roswell

Frozen Flakes

The artwork made by a winter’s storm onto the glass of the window quite worn

It wasn’t even that cold outside, but those flash frozen flakes, which during the night fell

Were plastered onto the surface, while the snow fall was trying to find purchase

And so, forming the most gorgeous art in the form of the various shapes

Only lasting there for a moment, the while the temperature remains under zero

And so, doing my best, in trying to preserve all of this, fading art before

They all start to melt away

Footfalls, made by Soft Socks

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“There is something about running in just the wool socks on your feet to the outside, the softness of the snow felt against the soles. But the bad thing is, the socks will eventually get wet, so there is that. Boots would have been better.“ Gun Roswell

Footfalls, made by Soft Socks

The freshly fallen snow inviting, there is no fighting agains the lure, of pure white fluff, the flakes falling all over the place, even the face

And when in a hurry, carefree and without a worry, shooting oneself to the outside, to the open wide in a rush, well, forgetting to put on proper wear, the care soon in place

As the woolly socks and the velour frock are hardly the best combo, for an outing around the hood, no matter how good it might have felt taking the first few steps on the fresh of the snow

Because after so many steps, the sleet beneath the soft and fluffy, soon turning into something naughty, the soggy socks, the cold and damp, setting in, shaking and hovering wanting only to go back in

Honestly, put some boots on, while venturing out there into a weather strong, as winter and all that cold snow, otherwise for days you will your nose have to blow

On the rails when it snows

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“The early morning snow storm, caused a chaos on the tracks, but never mind, the trains will still run” Gun Roswell 

On the rails when it snows

The early morning heavy rush hour, the traffic filled with vehicles, stopped on its tracks

Luckily though, it did not stop the trains running on the long rails, as a matter of fact

As the  rail driven vessels never ever halting, not for the weather, rain, snow or fire

Pushing through, pulling the haul of many a cars, dashing through whatever going far

The train, the only working public; or other kind of transport, something the pedestrians now sport

This is the way to go quite fast and oh so very far, even the next city, and that is simply splendid 

The ride rather smooth and gentle, even with the mileage left behind plenty of.

Behind the shadows, light peeks 

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“The light will always prevail, no matter how dark it may just seem now.” Gun Roswell

Behind the shadows, light peeks 

The darkness descended all over the land, the time of year, someone retorted, but there was nothing better at hand, part from some artificial lights shining the way, even if it was in the middle of the day, as this phenomena was there for a while to stay.

But, there was really nowhere to stray, the path still clear, no matter night or day, the only difference, was the total darkness, having taken a hold of the northern part of the blue globe, aptly named, as Polar Nights, there was no manner of fight, to prevent it them from happening.

Having gotten used to this, seasonal trade, as in turn been given practically nightless nights in the middle of the summer times, for several months on end, only the light would there play, but now as it as late in the year, the seasonal celebration neat, the darkness was the one true constant.

And so, moving forward, day by day, as if slaves to the rhythm, apathy and frowns, taking over the once proud and smiling dwellers, like they were inside of a spell, but knowing this was only temporary, they moved on, out of spite to last over this, prolonged night, as light, would in the end prevail.

Somewhere high up, hanging on the clouds

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“The sky is endless, stretching to the horizon and beyond, going on, forever“ Gun Roswell

Somewhere high up, hanging on the clouds

Seated, on the side of the window

En route to somewhere different that much I know

Hopefully a place nice and slightly warm

Destination?

Still, very much unknown

At least for the duration

But that does not matter, as there is no hesitation

As the journey, is the one interesting

Not the location itself reached less so

It might just be a sandy and sunny beach

Then again

It just might be a slippery snowy slope

Whatever the end location is

Does not matter as long as this 

Bliss of being up here

Amongst the fluffy clouds

Amongst the brightly lit stars

Even the thin line of a horizon

Sun setting and soon again arising

Even the stars above laugh

Can be seen if there is enough

Darkness around the very vessel

Having set its “sails” out of suggestion

Towards the foreign land somewhere ahead

And so, there I sit like the others few

Admiring the many similar views

From the best seat on the craft

Hoping this trip will a while longer last

Because I am loving this, having a total blast