Spring cacophony on the tree tops

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“Spring brings forth so many beautiful colours, it’s just mind blowing!” Gun Roswell

Spring cacophony on the tree tops

Look up at the tree tops
The buds have really popped
As nothing could have the spring stopped
And it finally topped
The cruel grey season
Lasting too long, almost like treason
By Mother Nature as only she can
Release all the growth from their wintry prison
But now the wait is over
And the colours are all over and everywhere
Dance around in the fields over there
And sing a song of spring in here

Blue Moment Descends

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“The moment not lasting too long, the blue hues of nature, just before the setting sun, is a total wonder” Gun Roswell


Blue Moment Descends

Something old
Something new
Something stolen
Something blue
A moment in time
Forever frozen
Captured
By an image
In the mind’s eye
And possibly
Forever
In bits and bytes

Snow but it’s Spring?

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“We only have two seasons here in Finntown, the dreary dreaded winter lasting for nine months, then some too hot weather followed by pouring cold rain, followed by snow again. Yep, we’re so boring that way!” Gun Roswell


Snow but it’s Spring?

Last remnants of winter?
Forget the time for slumber
It’s way past January
Look it up in the calendar
It says: April
So where is spring?
Can’t you hear me sing?
Praises for you to arrive!

It’s snowing again!

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“Again with this thing? Can’t it go away already? Winter, please, exit to the left, and let spring arrive!” Gun Roswell


It’s snowing again!

Oh winter, oh winter
Please go away
As I don’t think I am bitter
But to be honest
I wish you to be gone-st
I really loved you at first
Now I am dying of thirst
Of a summer that is
The warm and colours
All them flowery odours
So hear me plead
And be gone!
Please!

White as in Winter only Spring?

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“It’s blinding like the light supposedly bright, brought on by the sun as the spring has sprung? Poetic, perhaps, but it seems the winter still longer will last.” Gun Roswell


White as in Winter only Spring?

Whiter than white
The blanket so tight
Woven onto the ground
And into our minds

Yes it’s winter?
But wasn’t it supposed to be spring?
Oh joy!?

(She says sarcastically
What she means really)

Quite the splinter
And a clever ploy!

More snow pouring down
Even if it was supposed to have calmed down
Weeks ago!

First it was nice
Now it seems
You are staying
Just of spite?
Or making a comeback
Every Fortnite?

Footsteps in the… snow? Oh no! Where did spring go?

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“No winter lasts forever… and then, we found out differently didn’t we! As the snowy weather hit the fans like the proverbial sh.t with so much pouring down! With all the winter gear packed away because was waiting for summer to arrive, alas, this is what happened! So much more snow! Thankfully though, still had my woollen socks to spare!” Gun Roswell


Footsteps in the… snow? Oh no! Where did spring go?

There are no missteps they said
Just follow in them ready made footsteps
And what did I find?
A reward of a different kind?
…A pair of woollen socks!
Waiting by the docks!
Thank goodness though
As winter came back out of nowhere!

The Witches of Easter

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially during Easter times!” Gun Roswell

The three witches from some-wick
Never mind with
They ain’t winning no beauty contests
To that many can attest

But ugly can be an asset
Especially for the wickedness
Scaring folks and cattle
Just by showing up tattle

After all, this is a holy ball
For all the witch kind
And if you any of them find
Then try to stir to the right
As the witches always drive
On the left hand side

Ye Old Witch of Easter Times

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially during Easter times!” Gun Roswell

She is so old, her teeth are gold
She is almost blind and bold
But never the lesser one
Usually, having all the fun

When she smiles
There is no vile
The children she likes
Never ever strikes

Only candy will she eat
When she is riding on that broomy seat
Her charm is the grey cat
Which has become quite fat

Cheers and best wishes to all
Before the cauldron her again calls
And until next Easter
She will be off her keister

Day on some kind of Wheels

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“Vroom, Vroom! Can I get more speed, please?” Gun Roswell


Day on some kind of Wheels

Time for the bi-yearly service
So no need to be nervous
This is no major over haul
Just a quick ten minute call
A preparation before the snow fall
Also, because it is the law
And to be able to drive
Simply put, to stay alive 😉

Meanwhile, in the distance
Spotted something completely different
A train dashing by
Almost like it was on the fly
Because a vehicle of that calibre
Do not live by the calendar
Just keeping on the right track
Travelling every which way and back

Before my day was done
I bumped into something fun
A sporty looking vehicle
Did not seem too seasonal
But with the right kind of footwear
It too could be put into full gear
Choose some cool tunes on the radio
And ride along in the deep snow

Slippery Winter Road

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“During winter, it usually snows, a lot!” Gun Roswell

Slippery Winter Road

Winter, winter
Gave me a splinter
Looking, at my finger
Let out, a whimper
Oh, what a stinker
Is this, snowy winter!