“Riding a bike in the snow can be fun, that is if you can find the bike under the snow first of all!” Gun Roswell
Bikes in Winter Times
In snow, not cotton Buried, but not forgotten Wheels, maybe slightly rotten Never mind, I will think of something For riding my bike There is no stopping!
“Roses of any colour are so gorgeous, even in black and white poses” Gun Roswell
Roses of red in monochrome pose
The neatly made arrangement, in the tall vase Making sure, the flowers, in an orderly stance stay The fresh cut stems, certainly trimmed to fit As all the colourful, roses inside of it neatly sit
The pose, so completely natural, it’s almost second nature The plush petals trimmed, to reminisce that of a statue The strong yet delicate odour, filling, the surrounding air As such is the nature, of this ever so romantic floras flair
Even, when stripped all the way down, to the bare basics The lush colours, the volume, and all other imaginable clicks These, as the most beautiful roses, still stand tall in their form Grey in colour now, but, that could have easily been the norm
But, it does not really matter in the end, too much really Whether the image can be seen sharp, or even so clearly And certainly no kind of colour, even black or white Can bring out the very essence or do just justice
“There is something about the early morning mist on the waters edge, eerie, but pretty” Gun Roswell
Muggy Waters
Greeted by a view in monochrome A foggy visual in complete monotone Water’s surface windblown Someone give me a phone! This image needs to be known Or my fame will be with the winds gone