From the darkest of the dominating shadows, rising through the cracks as the thin rays of light it follows, finding finally a way towards the lights even if it had been a long and difficult struggle. As nowhere to turn to for help, only with its own self preservation and wit, did it manage to survive the harshness of said darkness, where the lesser ones would have called out yelp in the overall process. But surely as the day is filled with the sun and the night is lit with the moon and the stars, this tiny pretty thing, managed its way through the small cracks to twinge. And now, standing proud and tall, despite the delicate frame, it will never be the same for this courageous and feisty flower, as now it finally had its taste of power. Blooming against and over all the odds, who had tried and taken their evil shots, trying to suffocate the one, redeemed to become nothing and none as there were others more deserving, more pretty, more of everything the tiny thing was not. But now, here it is, standing pretty over those who never it chose. But it does not care about them odds, not anymore, as it scored, big time, hovering, even towering over them all.
“The summer is near, I can feel it in the air, and smell too!” Gun Roswell
Fields of summer
The spring came quite late as it seemed to hesitate, whether to arrive at all, or simply skip it over and move straight to fall. Alas, without warning, the temperatures jumped from practically zero to scorching. Or at least, that is how it felt for the unpractised Northerner, but soon enough, getting used to the tough change from zero to warm was upon and then, getting outside for the summery fun, with games and gardening, waiting to be done. The flowers in full bloom as the greeneries of the waste fields were grown fast and even the trees got their deserved lush cover as the leaves popped out from the tiny nubs, laying dormant for most part of the year. But not today as it was finally good enough to sprout out and give the humans their yearly show of the scenic greens across the fields and all over. Summer had finally arrived and that was worth a huge big smile.
“A smiley face inside a heart, drawn in the fresh snow – just a simple reminder of happiness and love” Gun Roswell
A hidden message in the fresh snow
A child’s play or an adults joke, was right there, in plain sight, just to poke, those familiar feelings, long since forgotten, dormant in the depths of the very protected soul of a being, once called human, now only fleeing, from any kind of warm contact. Even, the cool, calm exterior, the stoic stance, was all, just an act, it did not matter because nothing and no one would ever be able to attack, those inner hidden qualities, most of thought now lost for good. But suddenly, the hidden message written in a messy drawing, stirred something there, and now, without any kind of fear, and odd expression emerged from out of nowhere, half scaring the passers by, as it was also included with a loud noise. What on earth? Someone exclaimed, as the laughter and a smile, so filled with life and opened wide. It must have been a sign, that the end of the world was near. Alas, the owner of said oddity, did not care, but stood and stared, at the message and never letting, that good feeling, fade away. Not at least, today. No, but maybe, tomorrow, it would all go back to normal, what ever that meant.
“I like to watch the outside world through my window” Gun Roswell
In the middle of the night
As I sat on the window sill, waiting, and quite still In my usual spot, which I mostly these days, tend to fill The hour way past midnight, could be, of a fright But hey, for me this time, always feels, quite alright As no one and nothing, out there, ever stirs As during the day, it all just looks like a big blur Not this moment though, as not a friend nor a foe Dares to go, outside and in to the cold frozen snow And only me, myself and I, dare to look out there As the flakes at first kind of slowly, all over fell But before I had a chance of thought, on all of it dwell The storm soon enough began, its might to expand The power so magnificent, leaving no branch unbent And I felt exhilarated and totally alive the more I spent My time there, in my very spot, watching, learning As the world outside with cold white, was burning
“There is snow on the ground again, a lot of it!” Gun Roswell
Peekaboo, through the view
A forestry type setting As the son slowly letting The change of something Quite new and alluring White and crispy clean Still untouched not seen The view from behind The trees to a divine Setting from a fairytale Which is not for sale And lasting only for a while And then it’s gone with a cry But even if you manage somehow To capture the image right no You can see much more Than any picture has in store A moment of perfection Fleeting by to a direction New and most likely fine
“It’s freezing weather, ice the only tether for my poor bike” Gun Roswell
It’s cold outside
When the weather outside is cold and frightening And you start to wish for thunder and lightning That one perfect summer’s storm to make it’s way In to this white and blue ice hole we now in stay
Even the poor bike is frozen solid to the ground I was so lucky, to even have it found Under all the pounds of heavy piles of snow So now, all I need, is a big shovel to plow
But after some heavy lifting outside I finally got out my one and only ride And ventured to the streets paved with white Which was an adventure, but not without a smile
The winter may be harsh, unforgiving and cold But once you get inside, with something very warm Looking out the window, the view filled with so much charm This scenery is worth, more than a pile of gold
“A beer with some cookies, certainly a well deserved snack after X-mas” Gun Roswell
A Break after Christmas
When the holiday season is celebrated and done It is the time for the Christmas labourers to have some fun A well deserved break with family and friends Before the big bearded boss them back to work sends Some beer, burritos and a few cookies to enjoy Makes forget the hard daily chores and shout ahoy Seated in the North Pole’s one and only cafe-bar Since there is really no time to go too far Soon the bell beckons them all back to the ever going assembly line Because next years stuff needs to be started in time So don’t blame these busy bees of getting a tad drunk It’s just to get out of this seasonal funk And soon enough with a big fat smile on their faces They will be working all over them places Putting together all things on people’s lists Yes, those are the elves, who’ll manufacture all your gifts
“When the time of the year for celebration has past, well, we knew it long would not last” Gun Roswell
Seasons Greetings, or something to write home about
Elves, candles, green pine trees and lights Gifts, food, people and all things nice When the holiday season lasted for three days No one really wanted to leave, but only in to stay But this seasonal celebration was only a rental Because we cannot really time stall Since time here on this wondrous occasion ended too soon Then sadly packing up is all that is left to do All those things we received as presents Waving our good byes before away sent But do not worry, do not feel sorry There is always a new one rising Just look out there in the horizon Another seasonal party just awaiting So cheer up, and say: To all Seasons Greetings!
“Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone” Charles M. Schulz
Peeking, lurking even, from behind the closed, thick curtains Heart beating, ever so loudly, in uncertain, anticipation The waiting time, has been, far too long But the belief, has still been, all this time, ever so strong Now, the price, so long awaited, will finally be reviled And the faith, of at least a short period, will be, sealed Just, what mysteries, may lie behind the tinted window On this day, on this holiest of days, filled, with crisp falling snow The only way to find out for sure, Is to venture out there, as if this thing, was a true dare What ever may be awaiting, it certainly was worth all the anticipating